Daph got her first taste of her daddy's favorite food yesterday.
She likes it.
Good thing she has an in with a bacon supplier.
Although I don't know if she will ever have to stay home from elementary school to watch a pig butchering. Nor will she innocently wake up one morning, look out the kitchen window and be surprised to see a dead pig hanging upside down in the yard.
Not that these things have ever happened, because we all know that meat comes from a store. Duh.