Roast Pork

Have I mentioned how well we've been eating in Vancouver already? We're trying to make up for the lack of over the past 8 months.

We've had roast pork twice already.

The first time, J decided he wanted to eat the crispy skin from the roast pork on my plate. He liked it. Very much. Thus began his slow poaching of it all.

When there were two pieces left, he generously told me that I could have it all. Then two minutes later, he asks if he can have one of the two. I could have the other one, he points out. Then two more minutes later, he forgets and almost asks to have the last one too, but swiftly corrects himself to ask, "Can I share the last piece with you, Mom?"

How to deny him when he so obviously loves it? He had it all.

PS. Photos will come when we finally get back home to Claremont.