My husband, upon discovering the existence of such an exorbitant celebration of food that is manly, and to counter-act the mandatory visit to a French restaurant some years ago, gleefully created one of these and cooked it usng his smoker, over hickory wood.

I was disgusted. He and his friends ate it, and he’s become a hero amongst the local carnivorous testosteronated crowd. So far, he has made a dozen or so of these things over the past year, each one more appalling than the last. Although the sage sausage one stuffed with provolone, gorgonzola and peppers did smell pretty darn good, I’m not touching this.

The most horrible one, however, was the one he made to appease me somewhat, and failed. Turkey bacon woven over ground turkey, and something lowfat as the stuffing the middle. Eeeww. I tasted it, and proclaimed it inedible. Even the cats wouldn’t touch that one.

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I guess that’s what you would call a glutton for punishment.