I find it curious that some of the biggest insults we toss about, malign an animal that brings such great pleasure.. Things like: don’t be a pig he’s swine of the worst kind this place looks like a pig pen are part of our common vernacular Rather than being nasty about the plucky porcine, we should be saying things like: your skin has the milky creaminess of caul fat Honestly, who doesn’t think Crepine is a beautiful name for a girl?
Wandering the grocery store looking for inspiration for our New Year’s Eve buffet, I found a ham, on sale, no less, and couldn’t resist the swine song of a well-spiced lightly sweet and mouth-watering salinity of the ham of my dreams