His subtext was obvious: Why can’t I just be president? Why do I have to keep eating these gooey waffles and answering these gotcha questions and debating this gonzo woman?

Heavy mettle.

But I’m not talking about your average porker that’s been processed up real nice. I’m talking about some hog somewhere’s that’s getting a bottle of baby cham every hour or something, a real upper-class type littleius pigletus domesticus that costs $100 per cut or something like that.

Now, if someone could point out that, I’d have to start saving up!

About escargot – I won’t touch that stuff with a ten foot pole. But gimme some cockles or prawns (which are basically water bugs) and I’m down with that. Sea cucumbers are delish too – cooked right, of course.

Much (if not most) of the violence in Sudan is Muslims from Khartoum killing Christians from Darfur.

And that’s an improvement?

Oops, my bad. Can’t mention Muslims killing Muslims, can we?

So at the Italian market, you’re not supposed to use an Italian accent?

Is it elitist to eat gourmet pork from a traditional south philly market?

Stef, it all depends on your pronunciation. If you actually say “prosciutto” they’ll look at you suspiciously.

But also check her diaper.