So there I was pottering around in the kitchen preparing dinner the other night. A nice piece of belly pork was on the menu, lovely. I took it out of the fridge and unwrapped it then placed it in the roasting tray and started to rub it with salt. Then I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks. Something I hadn’t encountered before and was not prepared for. There, along the belly were the nipples you sometimes see. Bear with me, this was not the part I was unprepared for. I’d come across nipples on pieces of pork belly before and, hey, I’m a grown-up, I can cope with a few animal nipples – just about. But this, this was one step too far. As I ran my eyes further along I saw, just by the nipples……..hairs
. Several of them. Ewwww, this I could NOT handle. Hence a quick exit from me and a shout to Rob.
Rob offered to cut the nipples and offending hairs off and I readily agreed. I have to say I couldn’t watch though. When Rob picked up the knife and approached the meat I winced and protectively wrapped my arms around my boobs, making another sharp exit. I know, I know, I’m pathetic.