Not Quite Kosher

Welcome! I've spent many nights immersed in blogs, looking at recipes and stories of traveling and living life. I hope that my own blog will interest others like so many have engaged me.

I spent today baking, as is fairly customary these days. My boyfriend expressed interest in trying bacon chocolate chip cookies after we saw them referenced on tv. I hate bacon. I'm apparently one of the few people in the world that does. But Christmas is approaching and I'm making cookies for everybody instead of spending money and brainpower on presents for my close acquaintances and cheap friends. So I tried to make these bacon chocolate chip cookies.

I thought they were absolutely disgusting. But one of my roommates, Shaggy, didn't hesitate to try a couple. He agreed that there was room for improvement, but the concept was good. I made the chocolate chip cookie recipe on the back of the Nestle Tollhouse chocolate chip bag, substituting maple syrup for some of the sugar and bacon grease for some of the butter. And of course, I added bacon.

Do you see those disgusting bits of bacon?

I also made a bacon-free batch of cookies for myself after tasting one of these. The last time I ate bacon was in March. My mom's friend made these wonderful turkey pesto sandwiches with bacon in them. That woman is a cooking angel. She could put gravel in soup and I would probably still eat it and rave about how wonderful it is. She made bacon taste good.

After the cookies, I tried my hand at latkes. I'm not Jewish, but a lot of the girls in my sorority were, so I keep seeing these Facebook updates about Hanukkah and what they're eating. My latkes weren't that great. I didn't use a recipe. I thought one could just combine grated potato and flour and eggs and fry it up into a delicious potato pancake. Again, Shaggy gobbled it up. I focused quite intently on eating my applesauce.

Isn't everything supposed to taste good if it's fried?

That, ladies and gents, has been my Sunday. Laundry and cooking, like a good woman should. I'll be heading to church soon, like a good Catholic should. And then I may do something to shake things up a bit. Go cow-tipping or join an angry mob. It's not likely. But anything could happen.