Why I will NEVER be a vegetarian

First I feel it is only right to apologize to Roslyn, my cat, for kicking her off my lap so I could have room for the computer.

Any who. So I think that it goes without saying that the reason I could never be a vegetarian can be summed up with one word. Pork. Add hunger/enjoyment sounds here. Yes pork, you lusty lady of goodness. I never tire of your succulent goodness, you who can be bathed in bbq sauce or slow roasted with a simple blend of spice. You haunt my dreams and give new meaning to my days. Pork, I think I might just be in love with you. Sorry David, you understand.

My love of pork has not always been so. Growing up I remember the disappointment at hearing that pork chops would be served for dinner (that is all I knew of the pig, besides bacon, as a child). I would groan and complain and and yet still found myself having to swallow the dry chop. I love my dad but he could sure over cook his meat product. It wasn't until I became an adult and started cooking for myself that I became swept up with pork fever (very different from swine flu, no worries). I realized that pork could be tender and amazing and that the natural flavor is suitable with almost any dish. Now adays I have a hard time not having pork for dinner. Who needs chicken when you have pork tenderloin as an option.

Today I had the chance to taste an amazing pork sandwich. I was walking to the bus stop after getting my hair colored when I meandered past a lunch truck shaped like a pig. Of course natural curiosity led me to walk over and immediately get in line before knowing what was on the menu. Come on, you can't pass up what could be cooking inside a pig shaped truck. The options were slim, pork sandwich with spicy or sweet sauce, a vegetarian sandwich, and chips and slaw. I ordered one of each of the pork sandwiches and brought them home to share with David. They were amazing. The flavor of the sauce was out of this world, though I would prefer a little more spice to my spicy sauce as it was not all that different from the sweet sauce, and they were covered in a flagship cheese and cilantro. I happen to be part of the percentage of the population who totally digs cilantro so that was fabuloso for me. The name of the truck is Maximus-minimus. Find it. Look it up on line, sell your soul to the devil to take you there, then devour at least two sandwiches. You will love yourself for it.

Go team pork.