Wednesday, February 15, 2012

unless, that is, pork and feeling bloated is considered kind of romantic too?

Johan cooked us a meal yesterday, which I've been wanting to try for ages: Pulled pork sandwiches. It's kind of ridiculous that I've managed to live in NY for five years without ever trying it, and so I managed to sneak a recipe into the cook book I gave Johan for Christmas so that he could, hint hint, you know, cook it for me. It turned out super delish, and all things considered, it was kind of romantic in its own way to sit there together on Valentine's Day, on the couch with the TV on, eating with our fingers and getting pork fat all over our clothes and faces.

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