You may recall - if you have the memory of an elephant and actually read anything around here - the Poorhouse's distaste for the idea of the Bacon Bar, a chocolate bar with ingrained bacon. The thought at the time was to take 2 of the sublimest tastes known to humanity, inappropriately combine them into one product, and then have a cheek to sell it at £2 per ounce, was an outrageous waste. Cognitively, it still seems that way.

However, since then, the Poorhouse has great reason to thank Stu of Crazy4Flavour, the UK distributors of "Bacon Salt" who has inclined the Poorhouse to confront his prejudices and give it - or rather a bargainous equivalent - a go.

Chocolate. Oh yes. Bacon. Oh yes. Bacon chocolate? Oh no.

Yes, of course someone had to make that probably-foul leap. What is the food world coming to? First the Poorhouse's once-vegetarianly inclined nearest and dearest start to eat guinea pigs with faces on, and now some twonk is breaking with the tradition of serving unhealthy but yummy evil in seperate courses by shoving bacon into chocolate.

Here's Mo's Bacon Bar.

You can only buy it in one UK shop, Selfridges, and you can't buy it quite now as it sold out within 48 hours of launch, but stocks no doubt will be replenished should you need it. Best save up though, it's £5.99 for 3 ounces. Substantially more expensive than the not-quite-so-revolting-sounding but still rough "Chilli Chocolate" the Poorhouse once saw in the local Home Bargains.

Says a fancy foodie working at Selfridges: it's "a real explosion of flavours". Maybe, Ewan, but not all explosions are good, are they? Just ask the anti-terrorist squad.

We can blame a company called Vosges Haut-Chocolat for this, and many other boke-creatingly poor creations - chocolate with lumps of mushrooms in anyone? Curse them for involving the word "enchanted" in the product title, conflicting the Poorhouse's lust for the more mind-bending things our Lord God Creator thought to bestow on us with his distaste for people deliberating ruining otherwise beautously edible things (yes, this from the Poorhouse whose raison d etre is essentially the thrill of the chase pursuing battered cheese).