What happens when you cave to a groveling teenage boy who wants MOINK at a bowling banquet? You get Mothership MegaMOINK.
There was room for more on the grill, but I wasn’t going to defrost any more bacon just for the sake of showing off. Speaking of showing off, here’s a close-up after adding the pepper jelly.
Not only were there no leftover, I couldn’t even find the foil pan afterwards. I suspect it went home with the aforementioned teenage boy in the hopes they would reproduce from pan drippings.