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Sriracha Deviled Eggs With Candied Bacon

Sriracha Deviled Eggs With Candied Bacon


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Ingredients

  • 1 Tablespoon brown sugar
  • 1 1/2 Teaspoon Sriracha seasoning (preferably McCormick Gourmet), divided
  • 2 slices bacon
  • 6 hard-boiled eggs, peeled
  • 1/4 Cup mayonnaise

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 F.

Mix brown sugar and 1 teaspoon of the seasoning in small bowl.

Coat bacon with seasoning mixture.

Arrange bacon slices in single layer on foil-lined 15-10-1-inch baking pan.

Bake 10–15 minutes, or until brown and crisp.

Cool completely.

Slice eggs in half lengthwise.

Remove yolks; place in small bowl.

Mash yolks with fork or potato masher.

Crumble bacon.

Stir in mayonnaise and remaining 1/2 teaspoon seasoning until smooth and creamy.

Spoon or pipe yolk mixture into egg white halves.

Sprinkle with crumbled bacon and additional seasoning, if desired.

Serve immediately or refrigerate until ready to serve.

Nutritional Facts

Servings6

Calories Per Serving174

Folate equivalent (total)18µg5%

Riboflavin (B2)0.2mg12.6%


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…


Oh, I am SO ready for summer to be over. I go through this every year. In the spring I’m like Martha Frickin Stewart around here. I’m planting stuff everywhere, buying new cushions for the patio furniture, hanging twinkle lights on the porch, creating “pool party” playlists on my tablet and looking for any excuse I can find to be outside and entertain.

But now? There is nothing enjoyable about South Carolina in August. It’s just too hot.

All my plants are dead. I don’t care.

The pool has a hint of green. I don’t care.

The back porch is covered in dirt and dust. I don’t care.

I’m so ready for Fall I can’t stand it. I want boots and football games and stew and knit scarves and pumpkins. I want to make a big ol’ pot of something that you eat with a spoon. And I want to bundle up on my couch with a fleece throw and some wool socks. Up yours, summer. I’m done with you. Until next year! I’ll be ready for you then good buddy, but until then, it’s time for you to hit the road!

So when we were invited to some friends’ house to watch the Auburn and Clemson games Saturday I was relieved to hear we would not be doing anything fancy and that I could just bring a few pizzas for the kiddos. Roger that! I wouldn't even have to go to the grocery store! Just hit Little Caesar’s on the way there. That’s my speed these days!

But then I had some time to kill and was feeling a little sketchy about not making something to take with me. I mean, that’s what I do. I cook stuff.

I opened the refrigerator to find a whole lot of nothing staring back at me. And while I technically had time to run to the store, the thought of firing up my black car (crossover? SUVish vehicle? whatever) which reaches at least 5,000 degrees inside on an August afternoon and schlepping to the store all over all that black asphalt just made me want to cry.

I had bacon and eggs. That was about it. Oh, hey guys! Y’all ready to watch some football?! Hey guess what, I brought bacon and eggs! Um… no. So I just decided to make deviled eggs. And then I got to thinking about adding bacon to them. Which lead me to wonder what else I could add to them. So I continued on with the whole ‘bacon and eggs’ thing and thought about what else I like with that combo. Hot sauce. I like hot sauce on my scrambled eggs. Lots of it. Which lead me to sriracha.

Does anyone else like to imagine Scooby Doo saying ‘sriracha’? No? Moving on…