The Greatest Breakfast Ever....

Sunday, I love a Sunday off. My Sundays off are few and far between so I like to make the best of them when I am freed of the horror of sticky fingered children and Todd the Toucher and his lecherous eyes and peculiar shuffling.

"Make the best of it" mainly involves sitting, eating, occasional moving and copious amounts of scratching. I heart Sundays, I really do. But as much as I love a good Sunday scratch and sniff I do wish I could spice up my breakfast, do something new. So it would be fair to say I both whooped and hollered with excitement when I came across these fantastic little fancies yesterday.

Waxy Dan, a fellow bon vivant, blogger and sometime twitterer put me on to the best thing to happen to breakfast since watching Frank Bough whilst eating a black pudding and egg sandwich. Dear sweet and joyful readers I give you the bacon cupcake....

don't they just bring a tear to your eye?
they must taste like how you would imagine an angel to taste
a pig angel that is....

Bacon? Good.

Cupcakes? Good.

Bacon Cupcakes? Well that's just artery clogging, early death producing, cholesterol raising heaven in paper sleeves right there. If someone good rustle me up a batch and courier them to me I would forever be in your debt.

Seriously.....

Hat tip Waxy Dan and The Domestic Geek.