WHEN you’ve just shovelled one of Denny’s Moons Over My Hammys and several cups of coffee down your face, what’s the perfect dessert? How about a vanilla ice-cream and maple syup sundae topped with crumbled bacon?

I’ve demonstrated my love for bacon before, although that little experiment with the pinnacle of porcine of products ended in gallons of mouthwash and a desire never to repeat it. So it was with some trepidation that, when the server asked if we wanted dessert, I thought about getting one only to be beaten by Ev’s cry of, “He’d like one of the bacon ice-creams!”

This cardiac-inducing […]