Tag: bacon

  • espresso-rubbed sliders with cherry jam and bacon

    espresso-rubbed sliders with cherry jam and bacon

      SPRING BREAK = free time = nonstop cooking! i made these sliders in the midst of a cooking frenzy, somewhere in between baking a five-layer apple cake and a kosher-for-passover chocolate roll. the desserts are a bit seasonally inappropriate — the apple cake has a thanksgiving vibe, and the chocolate roll looks like it belongs in a christmas dinner…

  • roasted tomato scones with bacon jam

    roasted tomato scones with bacon jam

    scones are kinda gross on their own, amiright? even with herbs and stuff mixed in, they’re too dry and crumbly to eat without some sort of filling or sauce. i decided to stuff these with a gloppy, viscous bacon jam and over easy eggs. the yolk soaks into the scone, adding moisture and richness, and the sweet…

  • happy sunday!

    happy sunday!

    over the week, my attitude toward orange is the new black season three progressed from ‘pretty excited’ to ‘uncontrollably jittery with anticipation.’ netflix released it on friday, and i’m proud to say that i have watched all thirteen episodes. the jitters were partially due to the daily consumption of the huge cookies and cookie sandwiches shown above. i’m interning…

  • chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter bacon frosting

    chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter bacon frosting

    i have a friend, cy, who eats like no one i’ve ever seen. he’s happiest in a state of food coma, stomach contentedly protruding and eyes drooping shut. he readily devours the leftover baked goods i bring to school on a daily basis. unless they contain a trace of banana. the curved, yellow, potassium-rich fruit is…

  • breakfast pita pizza with bacon, eggs, and a trio of cheeses

    breakfast pita pizza with bacon, eggs, and a trio of cheeses

    makes two servings i woke up wanting something with eggs and heat. i briefly considered (boring) scrambled eggs or a (boring) omelette, but i always end up 1) forgetting the cheese until the last second, which leads to a mad scramble (pun intended) for the first cheese i see in the fridge – usually something moldy…