Do you lick a piglicker or does it lick you?

I really should not be that entertained by pork products and sexual innuendo but I AM! I also really should have fewer posts about pork in general, but I try not to outdo myself by thinking up new topics. That would just seem like I was showing off and I am MODEST. Maybe I should have said humble there, but I don’t really know what that means nor do I care to find out. But what I do care about are sammiches. Delicious, delicious sammiches filled with meats and cheeses, sprinkled with choice spices and splashed with vinegar.

Paging Queen Melon

I feel like my dad has been on a food tour of Arkansas the past few weeks. It’s not unusual for him to wake up on a random morning, call me and say, “Hey Hol, let’s shoot up to Emerson for some purplehull peas and catch the rotary tiller race.” It’s also not unusual for me to respond with, “Let me catch you at the chuck wagon races.” I’ve been. The lemonade is fantastic. I’ve never been able to replicate it. I’m pretty sure they mix theirs with crack. It’s the only reason I can imagine my cheap ass paying $6 per cup and still feeling dehydrated after drinking it.