Enjoy this bacon mug filled with cheese sauce.
And thanks, Bro. Mike, for the link. Now I think I need to go be sick.
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A blog companion to the book by Susan Campbell
Enjoy this bacon mug filled with cheese sauce.
And thanks, Bro. Mike, for the link. Now I think I need to go be sick.
Dating Jesus 
Could you ship that to me, please?
Right now?
Trade you a Payday!
Oh, ick! I love me my bacon, but something about mixing bacon and cheese — even on a bacon-cheeseburger — hurts my teeth. And when it comes to Paydays, there is no trade. Cynical might ship you one of her lame-o chocolate bars, though…(having typed that, I now know that I shall finally taste one of Cynical’s favorite candy bars, love it completely and have to finish said bar with a side order of crow).
“having typed that, I now know that I shall finally taste one of Cynical’s favorite candy bars, ”
Y’mean you’re going to go out and buy one, right?
Can I find one down here?
“Can I find one down here?”
In hell?
On earth?
Do you mean the bacon-cheese cocktail, a heart attack, or a Lake Champlain bar?
If it’s the latter, it looks like you’ll have to stop at the Whole Foods megastore on your way to … wherever.
Or go to http://www.lakechamplainchocolates.com/RetailLocations.aspx#CT
My bad. I was under the impression these bars were sold up north around Lake Champlain. I’m a little too literal for my own good. And yes. I’m in hell. See me waving?
“I was under the impression these bars were sold up north around Lake Champlain”
Believe me, I can take you directly to the factory in Burlington VT, near the shores of Lake Champlain. But I got my first (oh blush) 5-Star Bar at the old Cheese & Stuff near the highway exit in Hartford. Then I bought a case of them. They were half what they cost now, which puts them out of the “grab a few for the movie” category, alas.
The next time I darken a Whole Paycheck, I’ll go look for ’em. And Lord, but I loved Cheese & Stuff. I miss that place.
And what a saga — successful little store that outgrew its space, moved into and filled up a former grocery store, got bought by Wild Oats, got moved by Wild Oats leaving no grocery store in a neighborhood with a lot of people who don’t drive, and then Wild Oats got bought by Whole Foods (which may have to sell it back because they have TWO stores in the same town and that constitutes some kind of monopoly — or … something). Whew.
Good Lord. I’d lost track of all that. Sad, yes.
Whole Paycheck, that’s a funny, and very appropriate name for Whole Foods. My girlfriend lives in West Hartford so I do enjoy going to both locations…but only for a few things-the produce and meats are out of this world…but so are the prices.
I had my first ever $14 salad there. I was happily filling up my lil’ plate and then went to weigh it. Yow!
Better the $14 salad than what I spent at the movies last week — $8 to get in (and that was with the senior discount) and $9 for an astonishingly horrible piece of pizza and a “medium” cup of equally bad iced tea.
When I go to theaters, I am reminded that they make their money on concessions, mostly (at least I’ve been told that). And I don’t want to be a pig or anything, but it just kills me to shell out more for the snacks than I do for the film.
Yeah, it’s $8 – $9 for the smallest drink and the smallest popcorn or candy. I don’t always have to eat at movies, but I hadn’t had any supper when I got there for a late screening. And I was stunned — you can (and I saw people who did) buy and take a whole meal into the theaters.
That’s ridiculously expensive. I try to not bother when I go.
Does this bad boy come with a Surgeon General’s warning and a defibilator?
CLEAR!
Funny! If any one would actually try to eat this thing, I believe I would pity them. And I love all the ingredients.
Yuck!
Well, we know the Jac Family will not be having this for their holiday repast.
You can bet on it. It kind of makes me want to cut down on the cream and butter called for in my recipes. I’m already feeling full and loaded down. It reminds me of Fred Sanford:
“It’s the big one. Ya hear that Elizabeth, I’m comin’ to join you.”
Excellent linkage! I’m just getting ready to wander into the kitchen to start, and yeah, there’s a LOT of butter going around this year.
I am IN the kitchen, chopping and cooking and listening to a playlist and dancing and taking breaks to check in here…in my PJs! Woo-hoo! The kitchen already smells great and it’s warm from the oven and stove. That’s one of the great things about Thanksgiving – all of those wonderful food smells and a cozy room.
I think I’ll finally shower & dress before the kids come home. In the meantime, gotta go dance & tend to the parsnips and clean the taters.
How cool! I’m getting ready to do that, myself, but of course I realized I’d forgotten Some Things and had to go commando to Stop & Shop. Not “commando” as in underwear-less, but “commando” as in surgical strike shopping.
Good. I suppose underwear isn’t necessary for Stop & Shop shopping, but it’s best to be fully clothed unless you want to pick up more than food. Anywho, I hope you had a successful mission.
I was in, I got out and now I’m looking at the garlic-smashed-taters, the corn casserole, the dressing, and the pumpkin pie I just made. I want to make bread, too, but this is Break Time.
Cardiologists of the world, unite! The enemy has arrived!
Haint that the truth?