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.

Afternoon Yellow | 12.15

If you ask me, I think they're only letting Hugh Jackman host the Oscars because Australia went down under at the box office.

- Geekologie has posted a recipe for meat cake, a disturbing rendition of hamburger, ketchup, and mashed potatoes. But unlike the turbaconducken, I would never come within a fork-length of a meat cake.

- From The New Atlantic, courtesy of Yglesias, it seems almost half of the male population would lie about reading habits to impress a woman, while a third of women fictionalize their own book list bios. And somehow Nelson Mandela got dragged into this.

- Lastly, a follow-up (the first of many?) on why Friday's news of 'triple threat' Hugh Jackman hosting the Oscars won immediate Yellow: