What's going on?

Well, the server died, and then Blogger disabled FTP publishing and made us migrate to blogspot. Which is all fine and dandy except that all of our graphics have vanished. Stay tuned, I guess? Leaving the recipes up for now.

Hiatus

Perhaps you, our noble reader (I'm pretty sure there's only one of you), are wondering where we are. Easy explanation: the farmer's market re-opened, the college year ended, and we have now taken a break from our iron chef weekends. We will return in October, when the market closes and our lives are again fraught with grading and peril. Lots of peril.

We're trying to think of an ingredient for next year (maple sugar?). Or we might just try a different odd recipe every weekend. We are taking suggestions if you are so inclined. It will give you something to do with your lonely life as you pass the endless weeks until our return.

Yes, we have no bacon

Shockingly, there was no bacon this weekend, as Dr. D was away and Cin, the Kiwi and I were seeing Leonard Cohen in concert. It was an excellent concert, for all that it was lacking in pork products. Cohen had a phenomenal amount of energy; the man played for three and a half hours. I think his encore set was six or seven songs long.

Less enthused: the fidgety kid sitting next to me, who had clearly been dragged there by his mom. He might have been 15, and was clearly so over it by half an hour in. I mention him because his hot dog may have contained a certain amount of pork in it, so the closest I got to baconesque items might have been the mustard he dripped on the sleeve of my leather jacket.

Also, desperation forced us to McDonald's for dinner, but I simply could not bring myself to order a bacon double cheeseburger. My arteries seized at the very thought. Apparently my compatriots felt the same way.

So, in lieu of recipe, I offer you this tidbit just lifted from my television:

Axe is now making a bath puff for men. Except they've called it a "shower tool." And it's red and black.



Now that is manly.

Test

Because I have no idea why the website just reverted to December 4, 2008 -- but all of our posts still seem to be archived on Blogger. Republishing.

Bliss

Just because X promised we would not post pictures of our cats... Here are mine! Meet Mister R and Mister C. In a blissful state of oblivion on my bed.

I thought I could get away with this on my birthday... Tee hee!

I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon

seven daze is a weak explanation....

Bacon Chocolate Chip Cookies

We are putting this blog up as a recipe archive; still, copyright can be a tricky thing. The current rule of thumb is that if we corrupt someone else's recipe with bacon, we'll post our version and give credit to the source. However, in the case of these cookies, I followed Muffin's recipe (at neverbashfulwithbutter.com) so closely that I'll just give you the link. I made a half batch, omitting the hazelnut flavouring and adding 1/4 C chopped walnuts.



Verdict: Delicious (but a bit sugary; my teeth felt icky after a few and I had to have an apple for lunch).

Why we perpetrate crimes against nature

OK, so, here's the thing. We are a bunch of college instructors who, during the school year, are continuously swamped with student assignments. Without some sort of marking-free outlet, we would go mad. We generally set aside Saturday mornings as an assignment-free zone -- and, in the fall and the spring, we can spend these Saturday mornings wandering around the local farmer's market and eating things. (Cut us some slack -- this is a very small town. Also, it's quite a nice market.) Alas, however, our breakfast bratwurst-and-mocha tradition is thwarted when the market closes for the winter.

This year, we were particularly lamenting the loss of the mouth-watering bacon bread sold by a local German baker. As we held forth on our withdrawl symptoms (at some length), a tolerant colleague chipped in, "You know, my father used to put bacon in pancakes."

"Saturday," I said immediately. "My place, 10am."

They were delicious. And... what else, we wondered, could we combine with bacon? (How else, we wondered, could we avoid those stacks of looming assignments?)

Bacon Saturdays has been born. Think of it as an iron chef winter.

We are not the first people to combine strange things with bacon. We're certain we will not be the last. But we're having fun, and we'll let you know all the things we try out -- including the disasters. Because we're pretty sure there will be some spectacular disasters.

Enjoy! Or, you know, cringe. Whichever.