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I know most would be horrified by this product, but for me they are pretty much like Proust’s madeleines, reminding me of my grandparents’, as a kid, sitting comfy on the big old sofa, Christmas Eve, eating pork scratchings and smoked sausages, sipping some good home-made rosé wine out of a tailor’s-finger-pad-sized glass…

To my delight I’ve found these Mr. Porky (note the hilarious butcher - the POS had him full monty, uncovered as packs were sold :)) ) in an irish pub here in Bucharest yesterday. They went smoothly along some vodka beers. Or was it the other way around? :))