The Perfect Easter Treat

My good friend, the High Duke, Gay Lord 5ollymund of Southwick arrived on my doorstep at the crack of dawn, singing Handel's Messiah with brace of piglets under his arm, to invite me to partake of the traditional Easter Sunday Crackling.

No simple pork soup this dish, no. This is a feast fit for a king!

It involves a quick slaughter, much rubbing of salt into flesh and then roasting at high temperatures until the skin is sizzling, crispy and yet still oh so juicy....

Serve immediately, or once cooled with a pint of Guinness, some good company and a stinky old pub to waste the day in.

Later, cunts. I'm off to get twatted.