The Best Thing I Ever Saw.

Last Saturday morning The AG and I found ourselves in bed....ooh la la....with the Food Network on. That's a little unusual for us, I will admit. Most Saturday mornings find us eating food (usually at Cracker Barrel, for I appreciate their bacon) - not just drooling over it. But for some reason on this day we decided to stay under the covers and watch Paula, Aida, and Tyler. Sweet, sweet Tyler.


I almost wrote that we decided to stay under the covers with Paula, Aida and Tyler. Which would have sounded weird and just plain wrong.


So I tell The AG that I recorded a new show on the Food Network but I had yet to watch it and so we pushed play on our DVR and said, "yes, children, you may go play out in the street, that is fine," plumped our pillows and settled in.


Yet within moments we were sitting upright in bed. Eyes wide open. Mouths agape. And he had me Googling these recipes just as fast as my chubby little fingers would go.


My lovelies, allow me to introduce to you the show that could end my life 10 to 12 years sooner than it normally would. The show that probably shouldn't be allowed on television before 10PM at night for fear that children might wander into the room. And the only show on the Food Network that has ever caused my husband to turn to me and say, "Take me now or make me gravy."


Oh, yeah. It's that good.


The show, that is.






And that's all I'll say about that. (Except to say I did make him gravy.)

The Best Thing I Ever Ate: Tuesdays at 9:30/8:30 central on the Food Network