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Gentlemen: Start thinking early about valentines day.

Wtf is valentines day? :p
 
Cant take credit for that one..... But doing one this weekend,

The filling is beef and sausage mince, Scrambled eggs.

You can do whatever filling you want.

Smoked for 4 hours at 165oC
 
Cant take credit for that one..... But doing one this weekend,

The filling is beef and sausage mince, Scrambled eggs.

You can do whatever filling you want.

Smoked for 4 hours at 165oC

replace filling with bacon and you got yourself a serious man meal, would of said men log but that could be taken the wrong way
 
Ode to Bacon
by Tom Vale


Light the burner, woosh,
the pan clatters to the grill.
Unwrap the paper, treasure awaits inside.
Black and silent burns the pan, this witches cauldron about to perform magic.
In mere moments, the silence turns to sizzling, cracking, popping.
The aroma wafts up, intoxicating,
but only a false phantom of the true blissful taste which awaits.
Turning, browning, crisping.
The anticipation is agony, an exercise in patience and restraint.
It is time, the tongs lower in and victory is pulled out.
Lowered to the plate like a newborn.
It is time.
You are mine.
Bacon.
 
Ode to Bacon
by Tom Vale


Light the burner, woosh,
the pan clatters to the grill.
Unwrap the paper, treasure awaits inside.
Black and silent burns the pan, this witches cauldron about to perform magic.
In mere moments, the silence turns to sizzling, cracking, popping.
The aroma wafts up, intoxicating,
but only a false phantom of the true blissful taste which awaits.
Turning, browning, crisping.
The anticipation is agony, an exercise in patience and restraint.
It is time, the tongs lower in and victory is pulled out.
Lowered to the plate like a newborn.
It is time.
You are mine.
Bacon.

im choking up
 
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