Three Layer Cake

I should have a recipe here.  And a picture of food.  But I don't. When I saw this pig, in post-processing of course, because in person he was stinky was dirty and smacking on his dinner, I immediately thought of the John Travolta Samuel Jackson exchange in pulp fiction. A pig *is* a filthy animal.  But pork chops taste good.  Bacon tastes good. 

 

I was so inspired by a picture of a pork roast two days ago, I went straight to the farm to buy some pork belly.  On the butcher's table, there was a whole hog.  The three butchers were hacking it up.   His ears stood at attention, and he was a deep pink color, salmon almost.  One of the butchers saw my face scrunched up between disgust and sadness and grabbed the head and turned it around so I couldn't see the snout.  He has to do that with the lambs when I come in, too.

 

But the next time you turn your nose up at a pig, you should think of all the great things you can do with pork.  I was so sick for so long these past few weeks, and still am, I had nothing in the refrigerator.  I sat here on Friday afternoon and looked at food websites for hours, fantasizing about good food.  If you want to do some damage?    Make some polenta and serve it with some pork ribs or with some grilled sausages.  Is that too labor intensive?  When I am really tired but want something to eat quick, I sauté broccoli raab with sausage and spicy red pepper.  Or I make a mixed greens salad with chunks of avocado, bacon fried up nice and crispy, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, salt, pepper.  In the summer time, who can resist pork ribs on the grill.  Really.  Honestly.  I've converted vegetarians (no joke) by talking about how good a pork rib is and leading them into temptation and delivering the evil.  Don't waste time and calories on beef ribs. Try grilling a mild smoked cheese with a few slices of prosciutto,  or a sausage, and adding some spicy pumpkin chutney, or any spicy chutney...or if you just can't stand the pork, fine.  Just the cheese and chutney.  But you will not be screaming at the table about how your food is so good it makes you want to jump up and do crazy things...

 

Don't get me wrong.   I don't eat pork that often, not even once a month.  But when I do, it's hog heaven.