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We got this fancy pork from a pig farm we visited. Wooly pigs. The breeding boar’s as big as a polar bear and the farmer, about 70, an old school California white guy who used to dive for sea urchins for a living, throws him apricots so he’ll come up to the fence. His hairs are thick as pencils. His breath sounds like a whale breathing. He’s caked in mud and clay, and you can pet him. And the farmer says to smell your hands afterward. It smells like nothing. They don’t sweat, the farmer explains. Continue reading
