I have tasted heaven and it is two kinds of pork, one wrapped around the other.
A couple of weeks ago, I was perusing my recipe website of choice, looking for recipes to use up some of the meat in my freezer. One of the things I had in abundance was bratwurst from the farm. Are there really a lot of ways to cook brats, other than simmered in beer and then crisped up on a grill or in a pan?
It turns out there are other ways. There weren't a ton of recipes, but there were a few that used brats as a substitute, if you will, for Italian sausage. And a couple of "stews" with cheese and cream-based, condensed soup. Shocking revelation: I think those recipes were submitted by Wisconsinites. But lo! There was another recipe.
Bacon up that sausage, boy. Bacon it! God, I love it when life imitates The Simpsons. I immediately sent the link to The Boy I Currently Like. He said he didn't even need to click on the link to know that he wanted it.
Finally tonight, I made them for us for dinner. And they were fucking good. I realized when we were talking about having these bacon-wrapped brats, that I had made The Boy wait more than a year now to try bacon from my family farm. How did that happen? I mean, that is one of my big selling points: free bacon! That and the boobs. Why else would anyone want to meet me or hang out with me?
Seriously, I cannot tell you how good these things are. It was a borderline foodgasm. Throw in the oven-roasted potatoes and it is a foodgasm. Bacon-wrapped brats will become my signature dish, I believe. They will be the centerpiece of my bacon-themed birthday party, I can tell you that.