What the....?

There is a reason for the very unlikely title of this blog.

A dear friend, when pressed to have yet another helping of whatever delight I have put on the table, can always be relied on to say, " A man forced his pig and it died."

While not wishing to cause anyone who reads this to gorge themselves to their deaths, I would hope that such readers may feel inspired to try and, I hope, enjoy the recipes they find here.

I don't do fussy.  I don't do slaving for hours over a hot stove.  I do do delicious.

Enjoy.