There is one truth in life, universal, unwavering. Bacon is great. I don't know from where the idea possessed me to waste perfectly good bacon on trying this food experiment. The idea has kept me in it's thrall for long enough.
Bacon Brownies.
Experiment commencing here.
In order to save money and resources I've used a premixed brownie kit. The bacon was on offer so it was either use it before tomorrow or give it a Viking funeral.
Betty Crocker, You dirty bitch.
Baconz were dully grilled in the traditional manner, not too hard, not too soft. Perfect.
They were then cut in to small bacons I call bacon jr.
Meanwhile Crocker's magic was setting in as I added the wet ingredients to the powdery mix. Looks good so far.
Stand back. Who knows what could happen.
Oh, the universe didn't implode. Alright. Mixing time. Farewell bacon jr.
Starting to look appetising again.
Godspeed you, chocolate bacon jr.
Time passes.
Sometimes cooling is the best part. Perhaps not in this case.
Cutting. GAH AUTOFLASH!
And now, the moment of truth...
'Shoes verdict?
...
A decisive meh... The bacon sort of adds to the chocolate; the saltiness gives it a kind of savoury edge similar to what you'd get with really dark chocolate. If you've ever had the surprisingly salty chocolate dip at pizza hut you'll know exactly the sort of depressing anticlimax I'm talking about.
Bottom line: I'd have preferred a sandwich.
You loon.
Top work there, crazy person!
