A year ago, us single soldiers banded together on the lonely Valentine holiday to warm our hearts in the best way possible, by eating bacon.
First tossed out as a joke, Bacongeddon was born. Oh the camaraderie.
Sometime down the line I picked up a boyfriend, therefore ruining my single status, and the bacongeddon ritual. Not to be deterred, we bumped our newly born tradition back a few weeks and on a snowy January night we bonded over bacon yet again. I even let the boyfriend tag along.
Our newfound holiday expanded from four Valentine loners to a house full of friends. The only requirement to get in the door - bring a bacon dish.
There was sriracha bacon, chocolate-covered bacon, candied bacon, bacon cheesy bread, bacon wrapped tots, bacon wrapped water chestnuts, bourbon bacon brownies (I bet you didn't guess I brought that one), bacon cupcakes, and probably more that I've forced out of my mind because I'm still suffering a bacon hangover.
I think someone totaled it up and there was over 18 pounds of bacon? Needless to say, we all left at the end of the night ridiculously cheery and cholesterol-clogged.
God bless America. And pigs.