12 Oct
Um poema para o nosso porco
No, I lied. There is no poem, but if a picture is worth a thousand words, it’s worth ten thousand poems.

I don’t think we, as human beings, spend sufficient time in the contemplation of pyramids constructed out of nine pounds of pork. This is my small way of bringing about a better world.
We’re not just hanging out for no reason, me and the pork. I’m working on a dish for the new place I’m working at. Stay tuned.

March 10th, 2010 at 0:33
Bacon, tacos al pastor, and that thinly sliced pig deli meat stuff are delicious. Pig’s feet are gross.
What it is, yo?
Guess which one of our friends fought in the Gaza war.
March 11th, 2010 at 0:58
I see your bacon and tacos al pastor and raise you a chargrilled pork banh mi, prosciutto di parma and an adobo-and-cumin-marinated pulled pork sandwich.
Why ain’t you call me sometime, fool?