Forgive Me Father...

It is always nice to meet someone new, even nicer when he turns out to be a fellow food blogger! Last night we celebrated Dearie Boss' birthday at Neroteca. I must warn you to look away now if you are squeamish about seeing faces on things you eat. Also if you are prone to fawning over puppies and all thing cute and small. Sis and I ordered a suckling pig for the celebration and I'm no expert on suckling pigs but I am pretty sure that piglet was underage. I felt like some paedophile with very bad intentions when the tiny little piglet was placed before us. I felt ill. However, I had to remind myself that letting the pig grow a little more only to be eaten was just as cruel. So stop being a hypocrite and eat it already! All guilt melted away like fat on a grill after I took the first bite. Anything that tastes this good was meant to be eaten. Really! Is it obvious that I'm still trying to justify murdering a baby??

Fellow blogger Fat Boy brought a lemon meringue pie, one of the many, many lovely cakes he bakes. Don't you just love a man who can cook? It had just the right amount of sweetness and the meringue was so light and fluffy. I can't wait to try his other cakes!