Yeah. Pretty unexpected is all I can say. One day, in Walmart, I saw whole frozen pig’s heads. Thought “well. That’s unusual!”. The next day I went back and got one. It was just before Thanksgiving and I thought I could cook it instead of a turkey. Had a goat’s head 40 years ago, and that was really good, so I thought yup, this will be excellent. Took a few days to thaw it out, and then I washed it and prepared it for the oven. The whole time, a strange feeling was intruding, kind of very gently, almost so “not there” that I wasn’t even aware of it except that it was persistent enough to bug me. After a while I went, you know, this is a face, man. This is a face of a pig. Remember, you love pigs. You had a pet pig back in Watsonville. She was more intelligent than all the dogs. She was the best! So why do you think you wanna eat a pig’s face? For a long time i starred into space. Remembering. And then went, well, it’s too late. I already got it so I have to do it. That’s all there’s to it. Got it all ready and stuck it in the oven. Baked it for 8 hours, then put granny apples, pears, plums, carrots, onions, potatoes and a yam around it and cooked it for a couple more hours. Pulled it out and it still hadn’t changed. Still a face. Cooked. Smelled really good. But still a face. I thought “I’m a fuckin’ cannibal!”. Was really hard to make my self cut a hunk of cheek off. Put it on a plate with some of the veggies and fruits… Was so good! But very uncomfortable the whole time. Face, man. You are eating the face of a pig, man… What an asshole.
