I love pork. I like pigs. They're cute, and fun to eat, and intelligent among mud-dwelling beasts. But what I don't like is for my dinner to artificially resemble the killed animal from which it was derived. This is gross.
Pigs. Pork. Bacon. Ham. Belly. Shoulder. Chops. Sausages. Iberian. Serrano. I don't care I love it all. And the only way to properly honor my love for pork is to buy Speakal's ridculous pig-shaped speaker where you change the volume by pressings its ears.