The Burden of the Bountiful Hog

I sat in my office lunchroom in Cambridge, Ontario, surrounded by five colleagues, all partaking in our daily lunch routine. Subway was present. McDonald’s was there. A homemade sandwich. A salad. And on my plate, a thick slice of my gelatinous homemade headcheese on spelt sourdough bread. Believe it or not, my attempt at traditional headcheese wasn’t actually