I think that yesterday I may have eaten the greatest cupcake ever:

This thing is a buttermilk cupcake, with maple frosting, and a chunk of candied bacon to top it all off.

I bought it from The Sweetspot in Whitewater, WI and brought it back to work in a nifty plastic clam-shell cupcake holder thing. Opening it up, my desk instantly smelled like a pancake breakfast. Fortunately, this was one of those rare moments when something smelled awesome and ended up tasting exactly the way it smelled (unlike hazelnut coffee, I don't know why that stuff is so deceiving).

A portable pancake breakfast. YES!

I need one of these machines!

mmmm… snow 😛

It's funny how bacon keeps sneaking its way into my life.

I very rarely eat the stuff.. I like it and all, but there's less than a 0% chance that I'll ever eat it in lollipop form.

Last Tuesday we were bored.. and things happened.

It all started completely harmlessly. Kelly sent me a link to bacon taped to a cat, and then we talked about obnoxious hats. This led to the idea of taping bacon to a certain hat, which ultimately ended up seeming like far too much work. We finally concluded that Katie would be a prime candidate for bacon-taping. So the idea was proposed to Katie, where it was met with very little resistance – but since we didn't have any bacon, it was just laughed off as a humorous joke. There was a lot of laughing.

Until.. Kelly got a sandwich for lunch. With bacon. Bacon that she wasn't going to eat. I felt set-up, but I don't think there was even the slightest part of me that even thought about resisting the temptation.

I taped. Kelly took pictures. Katie.. was taped to bacon.