Explosions in the Thigh

My spare time has been a little irregular of late. There's no total vitamin that compensates for adjusting to the schedule of a new job. Likewise, there's no remedy for the ruination today's subject will surely bring you.

Bacon, the people's prince of meats, has been reasserting it's popular bloodline recently. It's probably not enough to rattle the marbling of choicer, classier, more classic cuts, but it's hard to deny that bacon is undergoing a cultural renaissance of sorts, however fatty and absurd.

Is that a sausage wrapped in your bacon, or are you--oh, that's sausage? I see.

Yes, following in the esteemed, excessive tradition of its contemporaries Turbaconducken and Meat Cake, even 'The Gray Lady' herself has seen fit to print the birth of The Bacon Explosion, which brings a sort of Arts and Crafts aesthetic to smokehouse sausage-making. Which is fitting, cause there's more than one thing smoked if you've got one of these in your picnic basket.

The Meat Explosion cautioned per Sec B-1 for giving The Whopper a decent name.