Here, eat this. The chicken gives it protein and I got them to hold the bacon bits.”We’d watched Charlotte’s Web on cable last week, so I knew it’d be at least a month before she...

We were meant to survive because of our minds’ ability to reason, our ability to live with frustration in order to maintain our virtue. We wore smiling masks while dying inside.

If love tasted like pork, and you were allergic to Francis Bacon, could I be your Shakespeare? We could make love on a pizza and make much ado about nothing, everything, anything, something.

If I had to narrow my choice of meats down to one for the rest of my life, I am quite certain that meat would be pork.

There are some who are still weak in faith, who ought to be instructed, and who would gladly believe as we do. But their ignorance prevents them…we must bear patiently with these people and not...

When the meat platter was passed to me, I didn’t even know what the meat was; usually, you couldn’t tell, anyway-but it was suddenly as though _don’t eat any more pork_ flashed on a screen...

Pork and chicken grease, the aromatics of choice for the Cajun.