OK, so the saddleback "organic" pigs down at the local farm shop have gone off to slaughter and returned in vacuum packed bags. Lovely. Wife asks birthday boy what he'd like for tea tonight and I plump for chinese roast belly pork with pak choi a la Rick Stein. Been looking forward to it all week. Succulent meat. Crunchy crackling. Cold beer, beading condensation down the glass – what could be better? Well, things took a turn for the worse last night. I notice a slab of belly pork in the kitchen waiting to be marinaded and then I spot it. If I'm not mistaken, a row of 5 nipples on the joint. Now call me old fashioned, but I wasn't inclined to hop into the sty and get my laughing gear around the sow's lactating bits when she was down the farm, and certainly no less inclined after it'd been roasted at regulo 9 for 40 minutes. So what do I do now? MTFU and chew away or politely decline? STW please help me out. In the meantime I will pour a cold beer……