MMM, sauce

We hope. Planning a sauce with a snootful sometimes doesn’t work as well as you’d thought. Especially when you don’t get to making it for nearly twelve hours.

However, it smells delicious, and I hope to eat an early portion this afternoon. Full of fresh vegetably goodness, and pig.

MMM, pig. If you care not for pig, you don’t get any. Because, Like Dr. Doolittle, I love pork most of all. But unlike him, it doesn’t talk to me before I eat it.

And should any of you be thinking of Eddie Murphy at this moment, Shame, Shame on you.