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Chocolate Covered Pretzels with Bacon.

Chocolate + Pretzels + Bacon = Extreme Goodness.  Don’t believe me?

TRY THESE.

First, I should tell you that my friends and family are constantly getting roped into my blogging.  They don’t even think twice to ask if I’ve gotten pictures before digging into meals.  They don’t roll their eyes {much} when I come up with my latest project or con them into ask them to participate.  My mother continually asks if things are going to be blogged about and STILL doesn’t understand why people think it is funny she didn’t know who Snoop was or why so many people read about my daily ridiculousness.

Psssst…. don’t listen to her.

So, back to the bacony goodness.  My friend Amy brought her son {Finn’s bestie} over for a playdate.  We were sitting around talking and I was asking her to help me brainstorm ideas for an upcoming post about all the ways you can chocolate dip pretzels.  Incidentally, so many delicious ways, is the answer.  {Look for that post next week!}  We sent Dave to the store for supplies and went to the kitchen to start creating chocolate masterpieces. 

I was trying to come up with some savory options when Amy brilliantly suggested trying bacon!  Bacon?  I have bacon!  Let’s do it!

Followed by furious dipping and bacon sprinkling.  We waited for the chocolate to harden.  Then we made Dave try them first tried them…

Be still my heart.  {Which might actually happen if you eat these too often.}

Amy has created a masterpiece of epic proportions.  It is THE perfect blend of sweet and salty and with the crunch of the pretzel. 

Perfection.  I know they sound scary, but trust me.

Sheer perfection. 

And they are so easy to make.

 

Cook your bacon, allow to cool, and crumble.

Melt chocolate.

 

Dip your pretzel rod in the chocolate and lay on a sheet of waxed paper.

Sprinkle with bacon, pressing it lightly into the chocolate so it sticks.

Try to think of something to occupy your time while you’re waiting for these to be done drying… or get impatient and pop them in the freezer to hurry it along.  Incidentally, they store well in the fridge.  Most chocolate covered pretzels are good for a week or two, but I would eat these within a couple days.

Try them, I dare ya.

I only wish we had had these at Dave’s Manly Beer Tasting Party.  Or when I was pregnant.

Stinking Shots.

The Weathergods Owe Finn an Apology and Me $41.87.

A few days ago, we got a tease that there might be snow. 

This was big news for the four year old in our house because it has been near 40 degrees.   He just does not understand why we’ve not had any real snow to speak of and it is already January the 13th.  He wants to go sledding!  He wants to make a snowman!  We haven’t even bought boots yet this year.  We live in Ohio, so it’s to be expected that we’ll be living in a freaking winter wonderland at least once or twice during WINTER.  You know, the season when snow is supposed to come? 

By yesterday morning, they predicted two to four  inches for our area and he asked approximately 28,239 times when the snow would arrive.   

By four in the afternoon weather alerts were popping up saying it would fall on the heavy end for our city, maybe even a little more than four inches.  My teacher friends were keeping fingers and toes crossed for a snow day.    

You can see with the excitement of FOUR whole inches of the good stuff coming we had to run out and buy some boots and “Mom, please can we get snow pants too?  WHAT am I going to wear outside when I’m helping Dave shovel the ice??”  {Yes, he is still calling his daddy Dave.}  Apparently Kohls doesn’t have faith in Ohio ever getting snow this winter either because the racks were full and the snow pants 70% off.

When is the snow coming?

When you’re asleep buddy.

Can I go outside?

Yes, tomorrow.

And then Dave and I watched the late news.  HALF AN INCH.  Maybe. 

When we woke up this morning, there wasn’t even enough to brush off the car.

Weathergods, you owe Finn an apology for messing up his Friday.  And $41.87 to me if these boots and snow pants aren’t going to get used!

Send snow.