Guess Who Found the Pork Shop?

Hoorah for the Humble Piggy

Hmmmmmmm......

Oh, joy of joys.... there is a pork shop hidden away inside the Waitrose downstairs in my building.  You have to wander past the Islamically acceptable beef, sidle up beside the vinegar, and turn left just before the halal seafood stall... a sign above reads 'For Non-Muslims Only', meaning infidels are more than welcome.  Being the infidel that I am, I gladly pressed the button, to the comforting swoosh of a frosted glass door sliding welcomingly and satisfyingly open.  Beyond the sliding-door-of-sin lay all manner of piggy delights... sausages as fat and juicy as only a porky-lorkle sausage can be, bacon in a mouth-wateringly vast array of styles: maple roasted, traditional, extra smokey, pepper nut infused.  Dried goods hung from the racks, German wursts burst from the refrigerated shelves and crackling covered pork roasts sat glistening behind glass cabinets.  Oh joy of joys.  And let us not forget the humble can of spam, laden with its own special brand of porcine delights.  Hooda thunk it?  Hoorah for bacon!!  Hoorah for the spicy Italian pork sausage... hip hip hooray, I say, for the Humble Little Piggy.

Spicy Italian sausage..... gottta love it...

Hmmmmmm...... baaaaacon!  Black Label indeed...