Day 32 - Fat Bastard

Picture says it all really. I don't even know what the cuts are. All the packet said was; Pork, sliced, boneless.

Fuck it.

Joel reckons the cuts are 'pork belly'. Like what you get at a Japanese place. That, or thick-as-fuck bacon. Sweeeeet.

The aroma in the back yard was pretty intoxicating while these bad boys were seated over the flame. They popped, spat, hissed, squeaked and dripped so much fucking fat. It figures since there was more fat than meat on these 'cuts'.

Exhibit A:

That long dribble of fat and coagulated blood on the second one down was more than an inch in length. It was hard to get a photo with the right perspective, but you get the idea.

Also joining the party was trusty Potatoes and some fresh Pineapple.

Joel has joined me for probably close to half of these Barbeques. I thought he would be a little more resilient but tonight it was evident that he was showing signs of weakness.

With the Pork, Pineapple and Potatoes served up, we tucked in. It was unbelievably fatty as the picture of my empty plate shows.

"I feel fucking sick after that" - Todd Beeby.