November 22, 2006

White Dog was in pork swoon by early afternoon. We slow roasted a pork shoulder overnight for tamale making so the house smelled of garlicky meat first thing. Of course, we had a nibble--just to taste. White Dog enjoyed a roast bone in lieu of breakfast and cajoled more than a few fatty pieces of pork from me as I shredded the meat. We had roast and baked potatoes for lunch with Steve and by 2pm White Dog lay on her back, tummy filled, napping.