It’s 2015 and time to eat like a king, and by “king,” we mean Elvis. Here are a couple sandwiches fit for The King.

Fool’s Gold

Find yourself a loaf of unsliced French white bread. Cover it in butter or margarine and bake it at 350 degrees F until the outside is golden brown. While the loaf is cooking, fry a pound of bacon. Remove the loaf, wait for it to cool, slice it in half, hollow out the middle of both parts, and stuff them with a jar of peanut butter and a jar of jelly. Dump the bacon on top of one slice and close up the loaf. Then get ready to chow down.

Elvis loved Fool’s Gold. One night in 1976, Presley was entertaining a few of his buddies from Colorado at Graceland. They got to talking about the sandwich and decided to use Elvis’ private jet to fly to their home state to have a few. They called The Colorado Mining Company, a restaurant in Denver, before boarding the plane. The owners quickly prepared over 22 fresh Fool’s Gold sandwiches and rushed them to Denver’s Stapleton Airport.

Elvis and his friends arrived at 1:40 a.m. and they spent the rest of the night in a hanger eating the sandwiches and washing them down with Champagne and Perrier. Once it was over, they flew back to Memphis.

Peanut Butter, Banana, and Bacon Sandwich

While Elvis was willing to fly nearly halfway across the country for a few Fool’s Gold sandwiches, his favorite was this one. He was known to wolf them down as midnight snacks. However, accounts differ on his preferred recipe. Some say he liked them with bacon, others say otherwise.

Here’s a recipe for the bacon version that will yield four sandwiches. Take eight slices of bread and butter them each on one side. Spread peanut butter on the other sides of half of the slices. Dice up a banana and place the slices on top of the peanut butter. Drizzle honey over the bananas. Prepare 12 pieces of bacon. Place three bacon pieces on the banana slices. Then plop the remaining bread slices on top, butter side out.

Grill both sides of each sandwich until they’re golden brown. Slice ‘em in half, serve immediately…and hope you don’t die in the bathroom at age 42.