This Sunday is going to be anticlimactic in our household. Mrs. SMEs is leaving for a work trip, I don’t really care about the teams, and non-Mizzou football doesn’t interest me much to begin with. Still, there’s always the food. And these guys have absolutely pegged the saturated, processed fat meter here. Behold, the Atomic Buffalo Turd. If a bacon-wrapped, weenie and cream cheese-stuffed jalapeno doesn’t do it for you, there’s always the Bacon Explosion. I am duty bound to post about anything that involves weaving bacon; it’s like a rule or something.
Have a nice weekend. I’ll be 32 tomorrow.