Ode to the Pig

I apologize in advance to anyone who keeps kosher. You may want to skip this post.

I. Love. Pork.

I'm an unapologetic carnivore. So much so that one of my colleagues -- we'll call her Schmargaret -- offers me her leftover beef. That sounds bad. Let me rephrase. Sometimes she buys too many steaks and she offers me the ones she doesn't cook. She doesn't eat a lot of red meat. Apparently it's not that “healthy.” She also never delivers on said mouthwatering promise. My grill is still waiting, Schmargaret...

But my favorite meat is probably pork. It’s so versatile. Tenderloin, chops, ground, bacon… Mmm… Bacon…

Wait, what happened? Oh, right, bacon.

Have you ever walked by a hole-in-the-wall diner in the morning and stopped dead on the sidewalk to inhale the aroma of bacon? That's what Heaven smells like, my friends. My apologies to the Tribe. You may be the Chosen People, but our consolation prize is nature's perfect food.

I love everything about the pig. I love that it oinks and squeals. I love that it plays in mud.
I love that it is pink and adorable. I love that it tastes so good…

~April