My Bush-votin', Bible-thumpin' buddy from work just returned from a missions trip with his church to Grenada (Remember? That place we invaded back in the '80s.) And, good guy that he is, he brought me back a present: a jar of hot pepper jelly. For the unitiated, there is absolutely nothing better with a hot pork sandwich. It's sublime.
I guess you could say I like my pork sandwiches the way I like my men: hot and sweet.