The Bacon Watch.
$24.95 at Archie McPhee.

And you know why there are no numbers on the watch face?
Because it’s always time for bacon!

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From Holy Taco: the Woven Bacon Cheese Roll.

UPDATE 1/27/09:
This majestic tribute to bacon has gone high-fallutin’ – the recipe was featured in the New York Times today [link].

(via Angie)

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In the name of clogged arteries and of course Thanksgiving, I share with you the Turbaconducken.  That’s right, a chicken stuffed in duck stuffed in a turkey– a Turducken– with each part wrapped in bacon.   Make your own with instructions from BaconToday. . . and if you live to tell about it, please share your stories here!

(via Laura, via HolyTaco)

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As Mr. B of BaconToday points out, strips of bacon are almost identical in size to unrolled cinnamon rolls.

How to:

Step 1: Buy ready-to-bake cinnamon rolls and some bacon.

Step 2: Pre-heat oven to 425 degrees.

Step 3: Unroll cinnamon roll on baking sheet.

Step 4: Roll up each cinnamon roll with one strip of bacon inside

Step 5: Bake cinn-o-bacon rolls for 15 minutes

Step 6: Drizzle icing on rolls as directed; let cool enough so you don’t burn your face off.

Step 7: Eat & Enjoy.

Step 8: Post on Blogadilla to let us know how these worked out for you.

(via Laura; via BaconToday)

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The interweb and its mystical network of tubes brings people together – like people who have a profound love for bacon and who recognize the magic that bacon brings to the world.

I’d like to introduce you to our new comrades in arms:
Lords of Bacon

They dig bacon = they are family.

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Bacon-themed clothing is nothing new, but BaconShirts.com has upped the ante, with Bacon Underpants!  Blogadillettes, choose from two themes so far (also available are t-shirts, aprons, and onesies for the tiniest of bacon fans out there):

(via Bumby & friends)

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I went to Wendy’s this afternoon, I had to try their “Baconator” – in the name of science, bacon, and all that is awesome.

It was like when I found out that Santa Claus wasn’t real.

All the ingredients were there, but they didn’t look like the advertisement photos and they tasted like greasy sadness.

This type of thing is also why I will never go on dating websites or get a mail-order bride: rarely is anything as awesome as its marketing photo.

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