
After the discovery of the Hogs Bacon Particle the true nature of reality was revealed for the first time.”
Story by Emmjay, Digital gastronomy by Warrigal Mirriyuula.
Well, the sub-atomic nuclear physics community and the Australian Butchers’ Association were stunned today by the publication in Pub’s Monthly of the ground-breaking research at the Pig’s Arms.
Pub’s Monthly reported that noted gastronomic scientist, Granny, has unequivocal evidence of the existence of the long-postulated Hog’s Bacon Particle.
The Hog’s Bacon particle is the last piece in the theory of everything jigsaw that has been sitting on a table in the front bar, near the jukebox since Buddy Holly died.
In essence, probably lemon essence, the Hog’s Bacon Particle is the subcutaneous doover that gives crackling its cracklingness. Some pork roasts have crackling that doesn’t actually crackle at all while other roasts’ crackling is so crackly that dentists rub their hands together and plan for a new model Porsche.
Granny’s experimental evidence links the speed of the meat tray delivery van driven by DRMICK’s brother and the frequency that he had to stand on the breaks – that is the incidence of extremely rapid acceleration and deceleration – at the speed of lights in the inner west traffic grid – to the density of Hog’s Bacon particles in the crackling.
High density Hog’s Bacon particles accumulating in the subcutaneous lard deposits of the pork roast make for extremely crackly crackling. In a statement to the media, Granny pointed out that she had been able to conclusively prove the existence of the Hog’s Bacon particle through careful observation of the multivariate factors involved in the creation not only of the universe, but more particularly in the creation of her roast pork rolls.
Granny criticised what she described as “the ridiculous experimentation” by sub-atomic particle physicists working underground at CERN, saying that whereas they had spent over 17 billion Euros in the pursuit of the Hog’s Bacon particle, her roast pork rolls have been continuously available in the counter lunch menu at the Pig’s Arms since 1953 and now feature at the very affordable price of $4.00 including optional apple sauce. “Match that, you Hadron tonkers”, she said.
In an interesting twist, the IUG (International Union of Grammarians) threw a spaniel into the works by insisting that there has never been a Hog’s Bacon particle and that the missing piece in the theory of everything jigsaw on the table near the juke box in the front bar of the Pig’s Arms pub was a typographical error and that the real missing piece is in fact the Hog’s Bacon participle.
The IGU firmly believe that there is unequivocal evidence in Strunk and White of the existence of a fundamental participle that qualifies nouns but retains some properties of verbs like tense and government of objects – both at the astronomic and sub-atomic quantum levels.
The IUG point out the challenging idea that “crackling” is itself a participle and that that this indeed opens up the possibility that grammar is the underlying principle – even more so than mathematics, that allows scientists and philosophers to accurately describe the universe.
This observation is said to have provoked an unseemly scramble in the front bar of the Pig’s Arms with grammarians, butchers and sub-atomic particle physicists scrambling to put the last piece in the unifying theory of everything jigsaw.
Notwithstanding this contentious discovery, roast pork rolls will still be on the lunchtime counter menu at the Pig’s Arms – for $4.00 with optional apple sauce and Granny will be pleased to autograph all copies of the Pub’s Monthly, perhaps with a kind shout of a Trotter’s Ale celebrating her discovery.
Thoroughly clean the head, which must be split open, put it over the fire with plenty of cold water and a handful of salt, boil until the bones drop out, it will require five or six hours, or perhaps longer, as it depends on the size of the head; when done drain off the broth, take out every particle of bone, put the meat in a chopping-bowl, season with plenty of pepper, red and black, half a teacup of sweet marjoram, the same of summer savory, the same of sage, a teaspoonful of powdered allspice, two of cloves, a saltspoonful of powdered mace, chop altogether as fine as possible, add half a pint of the broth, and the same of sharp vinegar, pack in moulds, and when cold cut in to a slices.
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Must say it makes ya proud, ya know… the Pigs’ Arm’ses meat-trays are presented so much mor prettily than any other pubs’! Merv, gimme a coupla raffle tickets and anuvver Trotters’ ale (hic!)
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DRMICK’s brother does the work for Merv. That is, he used to do the meat trasy until something hit a snag.
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I know someone whose wife was a bit on the large size. He called her affectionately ‘my baconer’. I am not so sure about it being acceptable as a term of affection. Of course , between couples there will always be terms that to outsiders sound a bit rough but are alright within the intimacy of insiders. I used to be called a curmudgeon but after so many years am still working on accepting that as a compliment.
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I suppose this kind of representation would have to be called a ‘meatscape’, eh, Warrigal?
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The picture has put me off the bacon forever…maybe it’s a good thing…too much of the good thing…
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Asty, I heard that there’s a perversion with an actual name that refers to a serious preference for high-heeled shoes made out of meat. Doesn’t that take the chop ?
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Wonder how many people have suffered from this peculiar predilection… and what it’s name is…
Why do you say it’s a ‘perversion’, Therese? A peculiar sense of fashion, perhaps, but one with which at least Lady Gaga can relate!
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…or Salvador Dali. 🙂
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The Macquarie shopping centre at Campbelltown do a roaring trade in selling carton beakers of pork crackling. I haven’t bought one yet but am getting close.
Tomorrow on the 7.30 report there will be segment showing bull terriers or pit bulls attacking wild porkers. It looked pretty awful. I know wild pigs do lot of damage but to see dogs ripping another animal to bits doesn’t do it for me. You wonder if those dogs are safe around people as well. You wouldn’t want to have a quick snooze and snore a bit in the paddock that then gets misinterpreted by the bull dog as you being a wild boar.
A bit grim viewing tonight. The 4 corners with the opium trade and young girls being traded to wipe out debts. H and I gave it a miss, gone to bed early and have a read instead.
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Gez, on the weekend, FM and I were driving through Surrey Hills and we saw two pedestrians taking a pause for a chat while they were walking their dogs. I though – Struth, that one’s an ugly bugger. Wait a minute. It’s got a snout ! And low and behold, this dude was walking one of those piebald brindle orange, white and black piggies on a lead ! So I whipped out the iPhone to take a pic, selected the camera app – and instead of pressing the shutter button, I turned the effing phone off.
So much for being an on-the-spot cub reporter for the Pig’s Arms Weekly. Must remember to stay calm.
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Sounds like quasi-porcine myology. I’ll ‘ave mine wiff apple source!
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….the apple sauce has to be homemade….hate the tinned ones. Gez’ mum used to make the best one….
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That made me so hungry.
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$4 each in indeed a bargain.
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is, not in. Actually it is too cheap. Make is an even fiver.
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Inner West Cyberian dollars, worth about 60c on the open market, Viv 🙂
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