Had over the bank holiday a roast, which is nothing different from anyone else I suppose, but the small or big difference this time was the fact that the pork was a rare breed, and the amazing thing is that the pork had flavour and the meat itself had texture, which is something you just don't seem to get these days.
So it was worth the money and the time in trying something that possibly my dad had when he was younger.
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31 May, 2011
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