Just to know that it's out there

You may have heard of it already: The Bacon Explosion.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/dining/28bacon.html?no_interstitial

Basically, it's woven bacon, wrapped around sausage, filled with bacon, dipped in BBQ sauce and thrown on the grill or in a smoker. That's woven bacon. The calories are astronomical. The fat grams are enough to make your heart seize in your chest. There should be orange cones and crime scene tape around it.

There is no way on earth I would ever make this. No way I'd ever knowingly go where it would be available to me. No way I'd want to eat it.

But.

If someone handed it to me, already prepared on a plate, with an industrial strength napkin, and had Tums and a Lipitor drip on standby. . . I'd say "No. No. No. No, thank you, very much. You're too kind, but really. No. No. snarfle, snarfle, snort, mmm. mmmm. . . chomp. no, oh my godsomeonepleasetakethisawayfromme. . . mmmmmmm".

This recipe would be the food porn equivalent of Hustler. Dirty. Wrong. Appealing to the lowest common denominator. Which, in this case, would appear to be - me.