YOU KNOW I'M MAKING THIS BITCH FOR PORKFEST 09'

This is what we refer to in the Porkfest world as a swiney wet dream. It's real name is the bacon explosion and I cannot wait to make it, eat it, and then die from it. Mmmmm, bacon induced heart attack. Thanks to my friend Liz who told me about this about two weeks and then sent me the NY times story about it today. To be the truly disastrous, swine engorged, wreck that am, I need my enablers. So thanks to Liz for keeping that hog monkey on my back.

This is how you make it, lay out 2 pounds of thick cut bacon in a basket weave pattern, rub in some pork seasoning, spread out 2 pounds of loose Italian sausage over it, season some more, then you put cooked, crisp bacon on top of the sausage, roll the sausage and cooked bacon up then the basket weave around that. Until the whole thing is tightly rolled up, You don't want too much air or it won't cook right and you'll have mini pork explosions. Smoke it for two and a half hours, glaze with BBQ sauce, cook it a little more, cut it up, eat it and die. It's fucking beautiful. I'm gonna make one to eat and one to fuck. The pictures are out of order but you'll get the idea.