Being a food lover, I simply couldn’t resist the craving from all the oink dishes, I see. Let it be a cardiac arrest or guilty pleasures. My all time favorite, Lechon Kwali, Crispy Pata and Kapampangan Sisig… Hence, I decided why not reblog this… Credit: Micah
This is a story of the beautiful and the damned. I imagine lechon as a married man’s affair with the hottest and most unforgiving woman in kingdomcome. The highest of guilty pleasures. There is no saying no. Not now, not ever.
You know it is wrong. You know you will die of heart attack but you are powerless. You dream about it at night, the delicious mistress ruthless in haunting you day and night. It brings you to your knees. But you are outrageously glad for it.
Lechon, lechon. You gorgeous porky promise of cardiac arrest. It is a whole pit-roasted pig, with skin as crispy as the thunder of Thor. The meat is moist and succulent you will be tempted to lather the grease on your skin instead of your bland, boring lotion that is not even edible.
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