Every time I get together with my family, my cousins always convince me to eat something really gross. Like, last summer, they got me to eat raspberry cake topped with ketchup and onions. And yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing to be known as the cousin who eats gross things, but it was the only way to stop being known as the cousin who got drunk and tried to French grandma. At her funeral.
Still, sausage wrapped in blueberry pancakes dipped in Lite Baconnaise? That’s going too far.