Universally, in between all the awesome food that moms make for us, there are some real experimental moments that we may not have fully appreciated as kids.
For example, my mom claims we made her sign a contract promising never to make meatloaf again. She brings it up the two times of year that we make hamburgers because she thinks that her meatloaf compares in some way to my sister’s zesty hamburger patties. I realize that meatloaf is not cutting edge “experimental,” but it makes me gag. Sorry, Mom.
My sister continues with the mom-tradition, creating epic birthday creations at 2 a.m. for my nephew’s birthdays. (I made a carrot penis cake once, but it was not for a child’s birthday party.)
She also persists in using her captive audience as a taste-test kitchen. For Mother’s Day, we were treated to bacon dessert pizza.
Frightening or delicious?
My sister is running her second Warrior Dash- because she works out and shit– with a group of friends. Last year, their after Dash competition was using Cheetos to create a main dish. This year the competition is bacon for dessert. So she put together a dessert pizza, wanting our feedback.
One half was the traditional fruit on cream cheese and confectionery sugar blend just in case the bacon half was too horrible;e for words. The other half was chopped Granny Smith apples, crumbled bacon, and caramel with chocolate drizzled over the whole thing. The results were pleasing.
Lose the chocolate. A bite of it overpowered all other flavors.
Don’t use the pre-cooked bacon. Not much bacon flavor there.
Cook the bacon super crispy and mix some into the cream cheese and confectionery sugar blend in advance so it can sit overnight and absorb the bacony goodness.
The caramel and apples were a solid choice,
She’s got this.