Joshua had some friends over, and now my house smells like a heart attack.

They call it the Bacon Explosion:

two pounds of bacon weaved

around more bacon,

two pounds of sausage, bacon bits,

and a tub of barbeque sauce.

My stove and I are still a little traumatized, but hopefully a few veggie burgers from now we'll have suppressed the entire event.

And that's all, folks!