He must be roasted….There is no flavor comparable, I will contend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted, crackling, as it is well called — the very teeth are invited to their share of the please at this banquet in overcoming the coy, brittle resistance — with e adhesive oleaginous — O call it not fat! — but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child pig’s yet pure food — the lean, no lean but a kind of animal manna — or rather, fat and lean (if it must be so ) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result of common substance. – Charles Lamb

See you at the All-Star Cochon 555 at The Cosmo…today at 4:30!