Those are two words I find hard to resist. I was invited last night to an annual bacon party. The dishes were judged on a variety of qualities including presentation and — I believe — overall deliciousness.
The most beautiful dish in my opinion was the elegant bacon maple buttercream filled macarons, pictured at right.
As for the most delicious, I was happiest when eating the old stand by 1970s delight — bacon-wrapped water chestnuts.
My contribution was a gratin of root vegetables caramelized in bacon fat. It looked alarming and didn’t turn out to be as finger-friendly as I had hoped. (My gratin is that plate of dark amorphous stuff in front of the macarons, above.) Plus, although my dish contained almost an entire pound of bacon fat, it was out of step with the indulgent tone of the other entries.
Overall, a good time was had by all, including Melissa, who looks good even “au cochon”!