In advance, I’d just like to say, “You’re welcome.”
A few weeks ago, my friend and I finally threw our hat in the ring for the big ol’ Pillsbury bake-off. Grand prize? A MILLION FREAKIN’ DOLLARS.
Our entry–which might catch the judges attention by the witty manner in which we wrote it, with directions including “Gaze longingly at the rolls for two minutes before attempting to frost”–goes basically like this:
You take some Pillsbury cinnamon rolls.
You un-roll them out so they are straight and flat.
You lightly fry some bacon so that it is crispy yet pliable.
You lay the bacon on the rolls and re-roll them.
You bake them.
You frost them.
You eat them.
Salty and sweet. Naysayers, I ask you: Do you like bacon? Do you like cinnamon rolls? Then trust me. This is a worthwhile thing to do on a Sunday morning.

This is either the best or the worst idea in history. Brava.