We went to a pig roast last night hosted by my sister’s next door neighbor. We watched the pig roast all day. Gracie was particularly enthused by the goings-on next door. As a lapsed vegetarian and am avowed cutitarian, I was horrified by the concept of eating something that still had a face.
Today, my stomach is killing me. This may or may not have something to do with eating more products in a weekend than I have in several months I mean, my brother-in-law bought us maple pastries that came with a slice of bacon on top. Just now, on the highway, we passed a truck loaded down with pigs. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where they were headed. I’m not sure if the pang I got at that moment was gas or guilt. It was probably a bit of both.
Bring on the tofu.
I don’t know if I could do it! Was it good?
The look on your face is priceless.
Awww, that happened to me this summer – we got all psyched up to order a suckling pig at Fette Sau, and then I just couldn’t do it. I took one bite and thought I was going to be immediately ill. Meanwhile Shon wore the poor thing’s face as a mask. I didn’t eat meat for pretty much the rest of the summer and came dangerously close to becoming a full-blown vegetarian, probably as penance.
Whoops, I forgot to say I hope you feel better soon!
Wow, I wouldn’t be able to eat that!!! lol
I must admit, it was pretty delicious.
I haven’t eaten meat since!