{"id":2247,"date":"2012-10-08T22:31:07","date_gmt":"2012-10-09T02:31:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/?p=2247"},"modified":"2012-10-08T22:31:07","modified_gmt":"2012-10-09T02:31:07","slug":"if-youre-an-a-you-will-see","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/2012\/10\/08\/if-youre-an-a-you-will-see\/","title":{"rendered":"if you’re an a you will see"},"content":{"rendered":"

We’ve recently come back to the land of pork in our house, and it’s a happy, happy land. Sometime last year the sprog decided not to eat pork. A friend of his was adhering to (and, truth be told, promoting) the same restrictions, because “pigs are friends, not food.”<\/a><\/p>\n

Look, I like pigs as much as the next person. I mean, look at this little guy<\/a>! He’s irresistable! And pigs are smart, and they have almost-uncannily-human-like teeth (except for those giant canines). I once had to identify practically an entire pig<\/a> from a dig I worked on in Ireland and by the end of it I was a porcine skeletal expert, I tell ya.<\/p>\n

But also, the pork, so delicious! It was really, really sad when Gus swore off piggies. We had just, *just* gotten him to eat port chops, yet another small step on the road of everyone eating the same dinner. So we cut down on (but didn’t swear off of) pork. We bought him turkey bacon and occasionally duck bacon too, which is delicious but super pricey. But it’s just not the same. We’d go to visit my dad and stepmother in Vermont and he’d miss out on all of the amazing sausages, fresh from the farm, some mapley! Mmmm, maple-flavored pork.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly, last week he decided to eat pork again! It wasn’t quite as stark as waking up one weekend morning and saying, “Dad, please cook me some REAL bacon,” but it was almost like that. Jonathan went hog wild (sorry! couldn’t resist!) at the Coop the next day and bought every conceivable pork product imaginable, stuffing our freezer full. We had pork, like, 10 times last week.<\/p>\n

I’m not complaining.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

We’ve recently come back to the land of pork in our house, and it’s a happy, happy land. Sometime last year the sprog decided not to eat pork. A friend of his was adhering to (and, truth be told, promoting) the same restrictions, because “pigs are friends, not food.” Look, I like pigs as much […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[49,24,103],"class_list":["post-2247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-food","tag-kid","tag-pork"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2247","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2247"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2253,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2247\/revisions\/2253"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}