A few weeks ago my brother-in-law asked me if I liked ham. That is like asking an Episcopalian if they like to read their own books. Of course I like ham, I like all things pork.
So I took the country ham, packaged it and checked it as luggage on our return flight home from WV. It is no hanging in the garage just waiting for a succulent feast this winter.
I love pork so much that I have decided to write a book on it. It will be half history half cookbook. I am taking the title from an exchange on a Simpsons episode.
The other day I was talking with a highschool friend, we havent talked for close to 10 years. Withing ten minutes we were talking about cooking a pork roast.