I figure if you can't take a sawzall to the head of a pig, remove the brain and use them for fritters later --- then you probably have no business eating pork. This pork was my Christmas dinner for my family, friends, and some randoms. 60 pounds of pork meat goes a long way and makes for good times, especially when paired with a lot of booze.
I cook way too much for my own good and I spend a majority of my income at Whole Foods. I speak and write exclusively in hyperbole and satire. I have a very big Doberman Pinscher named Sierra Havana that wants the opportunity to eat a baby. I finally got rid of my horse and now all I want to do is travel the world. I believe in ghosts because I see dead people. I get anxiety attacks when I do not have my cell phone with me because I need rehab for blackberry messenger. I'm not ashamed to have a closet full of sex toys. I'm an equal opportunity hater and eater. I would love the life of a hermit crab or Anthony Bourdain. I want 30 slaves and I don't care where they come from as long as I can beat them.
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