Everyone's buzzing on bacon. Drinkable (like in the case of "Bakon" vodka) and munchable, is there ever an occasion when getting some belly in your belly is not ok?
My Achilles' heel is particularly, and often, pierced in Hedy Goldsmith's pastry station at Michael's Genuine Food & Drink, where fatty slabs become confectionery c... well... you can fill in the alliterative blank.
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The other day a pretty package of peanut brittle arrived, laced with pig. Soon mere crystalline crumbs were left.
The offending product is Sir Francis Bacon Peanut Brittle. First, you'll get smoke. A lot of it. Crunch some more, and warm brown sugar sweetness floods your mouth. To finish, nuts and butter.
Recently written up by the New York Times, it will get your dentist's panties in a bunch but is worth every last finger wave.
Sir Francis Bacon Peanut Brittle, 3 oz. box, 3 boxes per order ($17.95) or 8 oz. box ($15.95) available for purchase online.