People say if you want to do something, go all out. This was the t-shirt that set me on a life decision - I will only buy t-shirts that have some thing to do with food.
In the context of all the badly thought out decisions and impossible to keep rules I have made, this is simple and easy enough to stick to. (Aside : Small life decisions - another example of how oxymorons are not impossibilities.)
It and the t-shirt paid off when we were selling Hog Roast Rolls at a festival. The pigs were first rubbed well with salt then roasted over a spit for about 5-6 hours or so. During which the tough skin transforms into crackling, there is a delicious pool of dripping caught in the pan below and meat over the tender parts of the pig become so moist I can easily pull it apart with my hands.
If you have just seen some version of handpulled meat on a menu, let me tell you again it does not taste any different. It just looks different because a natural set of implements have been used. The reality is, chefs use their hands all the time. So all the restaurant have done is to state a fact on their menu and attempt to charge you a bit more for it. It's not hog wash.
A pig on a spit is a showstopper. First, the smell leads people towards it. When they are within sight, they are amazed by what sits in front of them.
It's grand - not many people have seen any more of a pig than a giant sausage or a leg of ham in the supermarket. The hard crackling is formidable and looks like bronze armour.
And it's brown crackling just makes you want to seek out a corner to enjoy the taste and almighty crunch in solitude...reverence.
It's grand - not many people have seen any more of a pig than a giant sausage or a leg of ham in the supermarket. The hard crackling is formidable and looks like bronze armour.
And it's brown crackling just makes you want to seek out a corner to enjoy the taste and almighty crunch in solitude...reverence.
