Oink Oink

There's something very piggy hot bout Ivan - it's all that big firm plump pink flesh.
Actually, can't help thinking of my post on Bernadette Peters singing 'Hello Little Girl' (Sondheim - 'Into the Woods') where the wolf contemplates the culinary possibilities of Little Red Riding Hood:
Mmmh... Unhh...
Look at that flesh, pink and plump
Hello, little girl...
Tender and fresh, not one lump
There's no possible way
To describe how what you feel
When you're talking to your meal!
My mouth's working overtime - don't know about yours!
So, this has gotta be in the way of a 'horse doover' ...


And this (in a curious quick role reversal) has gotta constitute perusing the 'menu' ...

... with a little 'degustation' ...


... or a lot ...

I think we're now heading to the main course ...

... with just a bit of final preparatory work ...

Yep, definitely the mains - and LOTS of it ...








The dessert?


Sure looks tasty sweet!
What restaurant did we say it was?



































