Cause of death: Whole Hog
You couldn't do Whole Hog everyday. You couldn't even do it every month. You would die and I don't mean like a teenage girl, "OMG, I fell in the cafeteria and I was so embarrassed, I died right there." I mean death. Your heart would stop; you would stop breathing and thinking; your Mom would cry. I don't think you would die at Olivetto but you would die and you would die early and the cause of death would be Oliveto's Whole Hog dinner.
Every year; every year is right.
It's not dangerous then; it is delicous. And it all comes down to the lard. It is the perfect representation of the experience. As you choose your meal, as you greet your companions and look around, there is bread to nosh on. And there is lard. Not butter. Lard. And the thing is, they could have just had butter, standard butter. But no, they had lard. And that's the difference.
Every year; every year is right.
It's not dangerous then; it is delicous. And it all comes down to the lard. It is the perfect representation of the experience. As you choose your meal, as you greet your companions and look around, there is bread to nosh on. And there is lard. Not butter. Lard. And the thing is, they could have just had butter, standard butter. But no, they had lard. And that's the difference.
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