Oh little pig. Why do I love you? I can smoke you. Grill you. Pickle you. Cure you. Fry most parts of you. Boil you. Use your smokey kancles. You pieces parts ground up make breakfast worth eating. Your contribution to sawmill gravy is just luxe. Your gelatinous parts sing to me. Yes my little piggies, you fill me.
Chef En Fuego 