As an American, I haven’t seen parts of food very often that I could recognize as an animal. Hot dogs look nothing like an animal, the chicken breasts or pork chops you buy at the grocery store (or butcher/farmer for you lucky few) look nothing like them either. So when we see something cooked that resembles the animal the food product originated from, we have this recoil or “sudden sadness” towards the animal; many Americans simply can’t stomach eating Babe. I have no such problem. In fact my mouth waters…
Imagining just doesn’t do the sensations here justice. You can feel the heat from coals that are soo hot that you don’t sweat, you bake. The smell of smoked pork lingers through the air drawing everyone around to see what the Grillmaster is up to. Mouths watering at the sight of the caramelized carcass… I couldn’t wait to dig in. A good old-fashioned pig roast. That’s what we’re here to do!
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