Don’t panic — it’s not a selfie.
Last fall, we bought 1/8 of a pig that must have been the size of Godzilla. We finally ate the last of it this week, and glad of it.
The last bit we had in the freezer was supposed to be a roast. I never had a pork roast with a bone in it before, but this one had one. That’s okay. I cooked it when #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, came to visit. We all ate off it, and had some left over.
Charlie and I ate off it a couple of times, and there was still a bit over! Mind you, this was not a large roast, we just don’t eat much meat.
So finally, I heated up the juice from the roast, cut up the tag end of the meat, and cooked some cabbage with it. I added some — yes, leftover — boiled potatoes and served that, with the juice, over toast.
I buy no more pig shares. EVER.
A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: A character does something that seems like a good idea at the time but isn’t.