First off, props to Chaz, who singlehandedly raped and pillaged every ingredient we had in order to provide us with an entire weekends worth of fine dining.
A stick of Black Truffle Butter. If I have to walk through a full body scan at an airport I can't promise that I won't be smuggling several of these inside of me.
I can think of no greater accomplishment for a pig than to transform into strips and wear a costume of crushed black pepper.
Bruzelsprowts. Bacon. Pine Nuts. Smiles.
Oh, hello there.