Sometimes, a chef has to be convincing.
I met this prime cut of Grade A Pork on vacation, and I approached him straight away with a dinner invitation.
He said no, but I can tell I piqued his interest. After all, it's flattering when a cannibal decides you look delicious. It's like someone hot hitting on you in a club. He came to drink with me by the pool or on the beach as I described exactly how I'd treat him, how I'd cook him, how he'd taste. I described exactly which cuts I thought would taste best. After a solid week, he finally sighed.
"Alright. You convinced me. Let's go, before I change my mind."
Luckily, I can tell when a longpig just needs an extra push into the oven. I'd already prepared the perfect stuffing, glaze, and all the sides.
You can tell he's having second thoughts in that second pic. Too bad I'd already harvested his oysters as a trail snack, and we're already miles from the the resort. He could run but let's face it, he'll just end up getting eaten by jaguars or caimans or pirahnas. He's gonna be eaten either way, at least with me he knows he'll be getting the gourmet treatment he deserves.

















