(from chicagotribune.com/redeye)
Elvis died early, but he made the most of his short life. He wore glittery jumpsuits, hung out with Nixon, had a private jet and his own super-estate, Graceland. Culinarily speaking, he totally didn’t care. I mean, the guy’s favorite sandwich was reportedly peanut butter, bacon and banana on white bread, maybe sometimes deep fried.
Unlike Elvis, and because I’m a food writer, I totally do care when it comes to food. Cooking and eating is my delicious obsession. As such, intellectually I’ve thought many times about Elvis’s predilection for mixing crazy stuff. And while I’m a believer in strange flavor combinations—like, say, soy sauce and chocolate (yep)—I still felt Elvis’s choice was probably just a bad drunken decision that was as pointless as his notorious habit of shooting TVs with guns, so I never really tried the combo.
