I still feel like crap. Really, this is not cool. I was not born to be a mouth-breather. I was born to eat pork. Like this pork. No really, click the picture.
When I'm lying in bed tonight praying for the double dose of Tussin (don't worry I didn't mix it with three painkillers or Xanax) to kick in, I will be thinking about this pig. When I finally do drift off into a fitful sleep, it will be because my body knows I need to dream about this pig.
Hat tip to Robyn from Serious Eats.
Sweet Jebus of Meat!!! Go here too. I dare ya. It's pork-friggin'-tastic.
4 comments:
hi - loved this. bye.
Aww, sorry to hear you were feeling poorly -- hopefully you're all better now! And had some bacon, heh.
ohhhhh, i like your mo-town thingy there lady!!!! that's neat!
Thanks!
For as long as you've had it going I've only just now found this, hehe -- I've been enjoying catching up.
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