Bought some belly of pork rashers. Thought they'd be lovely roasted, all crispy with potato, cabbage and fried onion (What's that you say, Polish heritage? Pork, potatoes and cabbage?)
So all was good until I was putting the rachers in some seasoning to go in the oven.
"Funny looking bit of fat...Is that...?PAUL!!! Do you want some PIG TIT?!?!"
He failed to see the funny side and so far has refused to eat anything all night. Even if its not been pig tit. Apparently throwing a wee hairless pig nip at your husband does not improve marital relations. The dog loved the pig tit though, knew she'd come in handy for something...
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