Odd religious holidays with even odder mascots/spokespersons/candy-related rituals: 1
My cholesterol: 0
Even Trouble was caught up in the spirit of things.Happy Sunday, my fluffy, chocolate coated morsels of hammy goodness. Happy Sunday.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Holidays that I would be completely indifferent to if they didn't involve pork .
As it seems that Easter and cured pork products are as much of a perfect pairing as hangovers and fried food, today I had a ham sandwich and Easter candy for lunch.
Odd religious holidays with even odder mascots/spokespersons/candy-related rituals: 1
My cholesterol: 0
Even Trouble was caught up in the spirit of things.
Happy Sunday, my fluffy, chocolate coated morsels of hammy goodness. Happy Sunday.
Odd religious holidays with even odder mascots/spokespersons/candy-related rituals: 1
My cholesterol: 0
Even Trouble was caught up in the spirit of things.Happy Sunday, my fluffy, chocolate coated morsels of hammy goodness. Happy Sunday.
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There has never been a holiday that pork couldn't make better!
And tomorrow there can be a ham and cheese omelette, and then ham salad...
Happy Easter! Hope you enjoyed pork, pork and more pork!
You and Trouble hamming it up for the camera:
Priceless.
You're the cutest bunny I've ever seen and that's saying something since one of my favorite shows is The Girls Next Door.
My southern Baptist mother-in-law made steaks for the holiday - weird, yet satisfyingly rebelious.
Pork has to be nature's most perfect food. Pigs give us ham, bacon, pork chops, bratwurst. I'm sorta horny for some pork now.
On the first day of Passover, I invited some Yids over and made pork adobo. Sacrilicious.
Chocolate coated ham...ew. ;)
Happy Sunday! Love those ears.
Our Easter was strangely without pork this year. I'm going to make up for it by having bbq pulled pork for dinner tonight.
Baby piglet: "Mama, what's Easter?"
Mama Pig: "That's when Jesus tells everyone to kill us and serve our baked flesh with sides of sweet potatoes and choice of vegetable. Goodnight sweetie."
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Baby chicken: "Mama, what's Easter?"
Mama chicken: "How the hell should I know? I'm a chicken....I think your Father is fucking all my friends."
Always the good son, I visited and attended Easter services with my Mom Easter Sunday. This makes her very happy. She, in turn, then always makes me happy with her traditional Easter Sunday fare of ham, green beans, potato salad, and other delectables. THIS YEAR, however, she kicked it up a notch with ribeyes on the grill, baked potatoes, etc., making it more like a Graduation fare than an Easter fare. Perhaps I unwittingly graduated from driving an hour to go to church on Easter Sunday.
I would wish you a belated Happy Easter, sweet Whiskey, but it would be pretty pointless now, I think. Can't wait to see what you've got cooking for next Monday though. ; ) Please forgive my absenteeism.
P.S. - I bet you do a mean bunny dip. ; )
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