Sunday, May 03, 2009

Don't be a hater...let them eat pork!

Poor little piggies. They have received such a bum rap with this H1N1 outbreak (formerly known as the Swine Influenza). I was most disturbed to hear about the over reaction of the Egyptian government ordering the slaughter of some 300,000 plus pigs as a result of this epidemic.

Pork is good. We love pork. We are not afraid and will pay homage to the almighty pig. To begin with, how about...

Philippine style lechón, stuffed crown roast of pork, salt-roasted pork tenderloin, chorizo with aioli, jamon and olives, sautéed green beans with pancetta, head cheese and salami or pulled-pork sandwiches, cassoulet with pork confit, rillette on a crispy French baguette, pigs feet stewed in Chinese vinegar, honey garlic spareribs, crispy pigs' ears, bratwurst and sauerkraut, split pea soup with smoked pork hock, bacon and eggs sunny side up and what started my love affair with pork...char sui sandwiches on lightly toasted, Miracle Whip smothered Wonderbread found weekly in my Charlie's Angels (I was Sabrina) lunchbox.

I love pork so much, I married a pig! *snort*

As I write this, I just now realize how much pork dominates our diet. Last night during dinner with friends, a few of us talked about how much we loved pork and how we could not understand how anyone could not love this versatile "other white" meat. I then proceeded to share the story of the time we roasted a 50 kilo swine so divine; it started off a little uncertain as we repeatedly rammed the steel rod into Wilbur's arse in order to cook it over the make-shift fire pit in an old bathtub. Surely all were tightly clenching their buttocks, as my visually and vocally descriptive account of this moment had just assured the few pork-haters at the table that they could never be converted. They have no idea what they're missing.

As much as we love pork, I'm not sure if we are even in the running against our fellow pork devotee, Rob Bailey, the beloved Duke of Pork, who recently posted about his faux pas whilst in India. I say to you Mr. Bailey, "I'm sure you were as popular as a pork chop in a synagogue."