Today, we present you with a feast of food which we handcrafted with loving care and caring love and such copious amounts of delicious grease and fat as your arteries would clog in ecstasy merely to hear of!
Krispy's sister made bacon-wrapped asparagus. It was so, so good. All the bacon fat rendered out in the oven and cooked into the asparagus.
|The sister ate one and was like, "OMG ALZ TRY ONE THEY ARE SO GOOD."|
Alz ate one and was like, "OMG KRISPY TRY ONE THEY ARE SO GOOD."
Krispy ate one and was like, "OMG YOU ARE RIGHT THEY ARE SO GOOD."
|Alz had never had them before. They were beyond all hype and expectation.|
Krispy says that this year they came out especially well.
Maybe because of the, you know, whole bacon fat thing.
|We have tasted divinity in the form of apple pie. There's nothing humble about it.|
|Despite Alz's worries about it being only half-baked|
(as so frequently many of her ideas and notions are)
the cake came out wholly baked and fine.
We cooked. We feasted. We conquered.
PS And this guy got a bone and turkey and an extensively long playdate with Krispy's cousin's dog for his Thanksgiving treat.
|"I smell food. Why aren't you giving me anything?"|