I've been told that this recipe cannot exist without it (by the the pioneer woman... who doesn't love her?!). She is a wittier, less crack-head (younger) version of Paula Dean. Same amount of butter: less annoying voice and basic demeanor.
This is what I'm talking about:
Tonight my husband made cheeseburgers (I only ate ONE part of the bun, don't worry...and no bacon... or mayo... it was a less than exciting burger night for me - but the good news is I stayed under my calorie goal for the day... this is a really long side note) and he cannot have a cheeseburger without bacon: perfect opportunity!
NOT.
When I told him I needed him to keep the grease for me so I can use it later he informed me that he had plans for the bacon grease.
And you know what he did?
DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID?
He poured it on top of Shep's food.
That was his plan.
I suppose this is the husband's way of guaranteeing that when the zombies come, Shep will defend him first.
Shep is sleeping soundly with a full belly and a smile on his little puppy face.
The tenderloin will have to wait.
In other news: I conquered cake pops this weekend for a birthday party, and I'm kind of impressed with me. Just sayin'... Wanna see?
