Its no secret that I'm a foodie and that I most definitely will fight you for the last piece of bacon. I'm not lying when I say I crave red meat almost as much as I crave chocolate. So it's no wonder that I finally met and fell for a formidable food-loving opponent.
When I started to explain why we should rush home Sunday from a weekend in the mountains I could hear his eyes rolling and his heavy sigh of discontent. The minute I mentioned it was for the Annual Kitchen Pig Roast - well it was like Christmas had come early. I was actually told, and I quote: "Wait. You can't tell me what it is unless you promise we are going. I'm not going to bed with blue balls of the mouth. Seriously. Don't tell me unless we are going."
We are going. I love Pork.
When I started to explain why we should rush home Sunday from a weekend in the mountains I could hear his eyes rolling and his heavy sigh of discontent. The minute I mentioned it was for the Annual Kitchen Pig Roast - well it was like Christmas had come early. I was actually told, and I quote: "Wait. You can't tell me what it is unless you promise we are going. I'm not going to bed with blue balls of the mouth. Seriously. Don't tell me unless we are going."
We are going. I love Pork.
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