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Bacon. The candy of meats, I may have a huge tiny obsession. When I was in Seattle I went to Archie McPhee’s and bought bacon mints and toothpaste. They were really quite gross to be honest. I figured it’s mostly because it’s simulated bacon flavour, and not real bacon delicousness.

For years now I’ve been dying to try chocolate covered bacon. Everyone thinks I’m crazy, but I think it sounds crazy good. I’ve tried candied bacon and it was amazing. You really can’t go wrong with bacon and something sweet. It’s like dipping your bacon in syrup. Pure win!

So when I came across this recipe from NPR, I jumped at the chance to try bacon in cupcakes. I mean what’s not to like? Bacon, good. Cupcakes, good. Maple, good. Bacon maple cupcakes, gooood!

The cake itself is a strange texture in my opinion, for a cake. It’s almost like a muffin in texture, but the sweet and salty combination are such a nice change from a regular cupcake. I cut my bacon up fairly small but left it still a tiny bit chunky so you could really get a good bite of it in the cake. There’s also a lot of perfume from the bacon infused into the cake and it really adds to the whole experience.

The maple cream cheese frosting is good as well, but it’s quite sweet. I added the whole 6 cups of icing sugar that it called for but It was very dense, and I had to thin it out quite a bit before it was spreadable. I would have gone with maybe 4 cups, which would have also cut back on the sweetness.

Over all it’s a good recipe, and I’d make it again with a few tweaks. Afterall, you really can’t go wrong with bacon.

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Grandma’s Cinnamon Buns

When I was a kid, I loved going to my Grandma’s house. I had the best Grandma ever. She was everything a Grandma should be, soft and warm and perfect for cuddling, she was constantly cooking/baking, and her house was constantly permeated with the smell of yeast and rising dough.

She would always have some sort of treat for us, whether it was curly buns, tarts of all kinds, if the Cheese Wolf had come, or even cinnamon buns. Cinnamon buns were my favourite, and Grandma’s were the best.

After I got married and moved into my own home I started baking. Grandma’s cinnamon buns were always a scary thought to try to reproduce, but try I did. And failed. Miserably. I swore I’d never make them again! Then I did. And failed again. It took me four tries to get the hang of it and get them perfect. It wasn’t easy, and I don’t take failure well.

Grandma’s cinnamon buns are like her, soft and sweet, and a bit crusty around the edges. They’re sticky and buttery, and full of perfumey cinnamon. A perfect combination of deliciousness.