Pork Product

Wifezilla made pork sandwiches last night. They were good, though chewy as pork bites would cling stubbornly to the main sandwich by narrow strands of sinew. I hate when my bite pulls the whole slab out of the bun and onto my plate, or worse, lap.

Midway through the meal, Hallie asked what pork was. I told her pork came from pigs. Five minutes later, she took the final bite from her sandwich and proclaimed, “I’m all out of pig!”

Wifezilla shuddered conspicuously.