Monday, April 19, 2010

Son Of A Bitch.

"I still have all my fingers," he said. Jeebus. I dismantle half a hog, separate loin from belly without a hitch.

Now I try to de-rind a guanciale to make dinner, and I end up with a crimson geyser and six stitches.

Hubris. Dammit.

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