It’s officially November, and you know what that means….
I can barely contain my Thanksgiving excitement until the calendar flips over to November. It’s just the best, smushiest holiday ever and I love all Thanksgiving food so much. (Besides cranberry sauce. Cranberry sauce can go.) I look forward to our family’s Thanksgiving literally all year, so by the time November comes around, I already have visions of stuffing and sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie dancing in my head. It’s a tad embarrassing, but I don’t care – I know I have some Thanksgiving-dork soulmates out there, right?
Will I ever stop showing you recipes with “maple bacon” in the title?
Let’s be honest – probably not. The combination is just too good, people.
So let’s deal with the 500 pound bacon elephant in the room – bacon has not exactly had the best week, huh? To be honest, I’m not too perturbed by all of the processed-meat-craziness right now. My theory on bacon (and anything else decadent and delicious) remains the same: if you’re eating a pound of bacon for breakfast every day, you’re doing something wrong. If you’re using it sparingly to flavor your adorable little French toast cups, you’re doing something very, very right.
Hellooooo first football Sunday of the year!!
This is the kind of thing where, if I had my shit together, I would have posted this nacho beauty last weekend so you could make it for the first football Sunday of the year. But since last weekend I was busy wedding dress shopping (!!!) and making cookies, I hope you’ll forgive me. Besides, we have an entire glorious five months of football Sundays to look forward to, so I think we’re still cool.
Besides, eating an entire tray of BBQ chicken bacon nachos was not my least favorite way to spend the first football Sunday of the year. In fact, one might say it was THE BEST WAY EVER to spend the first football Sunday of the year. One might definitely say that.
You didn’t think I was going to let a whole summer go by without s’mores-ing, did you?
Well, I may have slid in just in the nick of time, but I think I made up for lost time. Because this just might be the best, most decadent s’mores creation I’ve ever had. I mean, it’s quite frankly out of control. Inappropriate. Obnoxious. But it was also one of the best things I’ve eaten in a long, long time, so how could I deprive you, my loyal readers, of the ultimate in s’mores goodness? I could never do that to you.