People often ask if we’re ever going to eat our pig, Henri. I explain that he’s a family pet, and no, we have no plans to eat him.
“Not even when he dies of natural causes?” my pal Dan asked.
“You mean like when an anvil falls on his head?” I replied.
Henri napping in the rosemary
I must admit, though … I did catch him napping in the rosemary one day, and thought to myself: “Now I could just build a quick mud oven around him, throw in some coals… and he’d never be the wiser.” More
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