The meal was amazingly tasty, with the bacon pickles turning out better than expected even if we had to turn our oven up to 450 degrees (instead of 425) and bake them for a total of 25 minutes (instead of 15). They tasted great with ranch (Sorry, Jonus; no peanut butter). The potatoes were served with a bowl of butter nearby for dipping. Rowen took a bite of a pickle and refused any more. I don't think that Trevor even tried one. Connor thought it was all great.
I think I may request that this entree be shared at my funeral.