- May 16, 2012
We are all killing ourselves with porkThe parents came over recently, with steak, rashers and white pudding. No one here knows what white pudding is. Nor do I actually, come to think of it. I don't think I want to know.
The thing is, while the rashers they've brought are from well reared pigeens from well run farms, and is certainly a superior quality of meat, it's just too much for me. Maybe I've been conditioned to believe that "bacon", as they call it here, should be smoked, thin and fatty af.
But what a way to go...