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Suckling Pig

Suckling pigs In the time of the Vikings when a baby girl was born in the winter put her naked on a shield carried her into the woods where she was eaten by wolves or froze to death. Piglets are little darling suckling the sow but not for long they are slaughtered and roasted and sold for our table. I ate suckling pig for lunch today the flesh sweet and soft, the crust tender it was like eating a baby (which it was) a cruel meal I rather eat an old goat full of meaty flavours.

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