At Dude, Sweet, Fifteen Pounds of Bacon Fat, One Interesting Cookie
Got home late Monday night and saw the following post on Facebook from the chocolate wizards at Dude, Sweet:
Dude, Sweet Facebook
After breaking the sound barrier on I-35, I arrived at Dude, Sweet and desperately asked: "Are there any bacon fat cookies left?" There were. Checking out, the Dude, Sweet worker referred to the cookie's savoriness as "bacon sandwich-like" -- the result of, according to Dude, Sweet's Facebook, a mass bacon-fat exodus from the owner's fridge.
Well, let me tell you readers: this cookie is no accident. It is a Shellyian monster. A Mike Tyson-ear-bite-intense shock of a bacon bar. There are few things in the world that smell less of bacon. King Bacon of Baconus would support the mass distribution of this cookie to the little bacon people. Of this I am certain.
Just opening the bag released a scent: the jar of bacon fat you keep under the sink for pancakes. Scott Reitz, resident pig consumer, described the scent and flavor:
"It's as if a pig sat on your face and farted."
Thing is, it's not weird. Or bad. This cookie is something of a stunner. Deep chocolate flavor, a hint of a peanut butter, and so, so much fucking bacon: Just hope there's some left when you get to Oak Cliff (if we haven't bought every last one).