pork for dinner, pork for breakfast

I am fasting until tomorrow night. Long story, support for Conrad, nothing horrible, don't be concerned. Just me, being sensitive.

I am starting to get crabby.

I. Love. Food. And a glass of wine with it. Tomorrow night's dinner will be most welcome.

So I sit, having downed a third mug of the permissible broth, and obsess over food, killing time until bedtime. Wedding photos from the weekend, mostly, but I wanted to sneak this in just to torture myself a little more:



A big, thick pork chop, oven braised in a tomatillo sauce. A poor iPhone photo, but it's enough to make me yearn for tasty tasty pig products. Like what I had this morning:



Yep, that's an omelet - an egg dish. But friends, it is studded with pancetta. A good way to start a day wherein I would forego all other food the rest of the day. Mmmm. I wish I had that omelet now.