|Mr. B's Tasso Ready for the Smoker|
"I need tasso," I cried. "My green beans are nothing without it!" He patted my back, consoling me. "And pickle meat, too. How am I supposed to make a decent pot of red beans without pickle meat?" I lamented. And, just like always, Mr. B promised to make it all better, so I made him a stack of pancakes and sent him on to his office with a few perfectly packaged little treats.
That evening, when Mr. B returned home, securely under his arm he had a large brown paper package deftly tied with twine. I only had to wonder for a minute about its contents, for just as Mr. B bent to kiss me, he whispered ever so sweetly, "My dear, you shall have all the tasso your little heart desires."
Aw, just like always, Mr. B is my Prince of Pork.