The Elvis sandwich, as many of you may know, is white bread topped with peanut butter, banana, honey and sometimes--depending on how faithful you are to the original--bacon. I first ate this sandwich (sans bacon) at the museum cafeteria at Emory University and I fell in love. There was something magical about that combination of banana, peanut butter and honey; creamy, salty, fruity sweet--it just worked.

Fast forward to me, at my desk, craving a snack in the late afternoon. I didn't have bread, but I had hot dog buns (I used them for sausages when I made the Best Beans of Your Life again, recently); I had peanut butter, I had honey and, most importantly, bananas.

My first move was to saute the bun itself in butter:

This made the bread toasty and, more importantly, less healthy--totally in the spirit of cooking like the King.

Then I slathered it with Peanut Butter (creamy Jif), placed a whole banana inside so it looked like a hot dog and drizzled it with honey (in a pattern that made it look like mustard). One bite and I was in my own personal Graceland:

[I also sprinkled on some cinnamon, in case you're wondering what that powdered stuff is on the plate.]

Is this the most sophisticated food on earth? YES! And did I invent it? DOUBLE YES!

This is the kind of thing, if I were on TV, that'd require me to say in a chipper morning show voice: "And you know, this is a great thing to make with your kids." But I don't have kids (at least none that I know of) so I leave it to you to decide if this is or isn't kid appropriate.

Regardless, the innovation here is breathtaking: an Elvis sandwich is one thing, but on a toasted hot dog bun? This is the stuff of greatness. I submit my work to you humbly and ask only, when you build statues in my honor, that you think of me not as a deity, but, as always, your faithful servant.