Cinnamon Bacon Backyard Sweet Potatoes

I think that is the most clever name I’ve ever come up with for a recipe. Don’t you think?! Backyard because they are cooked on the grill and your grill IS IN YOUR BACKYARD!! Damn I’m good.

Let’s get serious though. These are simple, delicious, and a perfect side dish to any grill feast. I’ve made these probably 4 times in the past week. Sergio came up with the bacon part though, so I can’t take full credit. The man’s a genius.

These are especially perfect for late Saturday night grill parties. Which my household has hosted many this summer. All we do is grill out and sit in the backyard on Saturdays. And this past weekend was no different. After watching my buddies Sergio and Jon representing CF Broadway compete in a CrossFit competition over the weekend, we decided to celebrate with gorging our faces and drinking high volumes of alcoholic beverages. I know what you’re thinking, this is becoming a pattern Juli, which is true, but we are trying to have as much fun as possible before Sergio leaves for deployment.

Anywho, Laura and I strung up 2 strings of Halloween lights (candy corn to be exact) outside so we would have some light in the backyard. It did nothing. We have no lighting back there and it gets quite dark in our neighborhood. Talking to people without seeing their face can sometimes be weird. Soon we will have our entire backyard decorated with white xmas lights, but our ghetto Halloween ones had to do this time around. Once those were hung, we got straight to the point. Vodka sodas and grilled sweet potatoes were the main event. When more and more people started showing up, the shots came out. You see, everyone at our house that night were CrossFitters. Meaning we don’t drink a ton, but when we do, we go hard. And that’s what we did.

Go big or go home. All or nothing theory. So once we got to the bar, where even MORE CrossFitters were, sh*t got real. This is what it looked like: we played imaginary double dutch in the middle of the bar, danced until the lights turned on, and suffered some minor bruising and soreness from erratic movements on the dance floor. Somehow, when Sergio and I are intoxicated, we seem to have a choreographed chair dance. I know what you’re thinking…dirty things…but it wasn’t like that. I don’t know exactly what our moves looked like, but they were good, I just know it.

After the bar, we stopped by to get pizza for the group. Even in my drunken stooper, I still didn’t eat the pizza. Drunken JB still knows gluten isn’t her friend. So I had some of the pepperonis off the top and ate some of Jon’s leftover pork chops. I drunkenly ate pork chops. I find that slightly hilarious.

Oh. And I dropped my phone in the toilet. Yeah, I think it’s about time I get my life together.