Keep your football. We makin' bacon. And prosciutto. And loin. And shoulder, butt, and a metric shit ton of sausage.
One of the perks of working in the restaurant business is having access to a proper kitchen, and to the purveyors who can supply you with the goods.
"Cooper" was a beauty. Killed and delivered thursday, and broken down today. 2 inches of fatback and two 24-pound hams. The knives were sharp and we drank some pretty good tempranillo.
Spirits were light. I like to meet my food. I like it a lot.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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3 comments:
FUCKING AWESOME!
fucking
awesome.
^^^^What Jon said^^^^
I don't eat the pig myself because a _____ is a filthy animal (but bacon tastes good...but if it is your thing then this is the right way to do it.
And plus, I love some Wesley Willis.
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