For Lou...

Lou loves pigs (as most of you know), and once in college I bought those dog treats that are dried pig ears and put them on his pillow. He loved that. They still had pig hair all over them.
Later that same year I found a jar of pickled pigs feet, but I decided he was traumatized enough. Thanks to Peter Cumbo, I was directed to another glorious pig torture for my best friend Lou. Here you go, my sweet friend. You are lucky to have me... I know.








SIDE NOTE: This translates to, "One eats with pleasure and... without tiredness. Sausage of absolute pure food. Good sausages of the prodigal pig."