Yes, we love bacon

a lot even.

So far three people have sent us stories concerning the Bacon Explosion, and we're a little worried that we've been stereotyped as some sort of über-carnivore couple. What's the deal people?

Was it the boar carcasses? The meat-fest photos? Trev?

Seriously though, we haven't had the meat sweats in months!

I would make a fantastic addition to Obama's cabinet

"For the love of Crom, am I the only one here who wants to keep the U.S. technologically competitive?"

Because man, do I love Conan.

Sorry for the lack of photos, dear blog readers. I've been working in Dresden this past week, which means increased time spent surfing the internet tubes and posting dumb crap here. But minimal access to the Stool photo library.

A gazillion times worse than any boar carcass

ever.

i'm not a very squeamish person, but maggots are one of the few things that really gross me out.

Tales of Brave Trevor

This holiday season, the Stool family briefly included a third member - a 16 lb. bundle of joy named Trevor (or Trev. or Trev-o). Here he is taking his first (and last) bath.


Trevor liked having onions shoved up his butt.


Who doesn't love a good butter massage?


The requisite mid-roast butter application


In the end he looked so good that we just had to eat him. But he will always be in our hearts. And descending colon...

(But seriously folks, applying this much butter to a turkey should only be attempted by trained professionals.)

Meat!

I'm going to cut to the chase here so that I can get back to restoring my iTunes library. Harumph.

Before:

During:

After:
Boo-ya!