Okay, so, when my husband and I got married everyone thought it'd be hilarious to get us a pig (think Varsity Blues), only instead of getting us a cute little potbelly pig, these guys went out to the country and bought a butcherin' hog. First few months, this pig was soooooo cute, it ate out of my hand, played with the dogs, we even took it to the dog park a time or two. However, six months into it, the pig was still growing... and growing... and growing. Bacon (that's what we named her) finally started tearing up our backyard, destroyed our air conditioning unit trying to get to the roots under it, pushed the dogs around so they didn't get any food (these are Great Danes, big dogs, by the way), tipped over the water basin daily and generally outgrew her surroundings. One day, I get home and... well, long story short, my husband had made a trip to Marvin's Meats and brought home about 300 lbs. worth of pork and there was no piggie to be found in my backyard. I wouldn't touch that meat for six months until our freezer got so bare there wasn't anything but the piggie meat. So, I tried not to think of my little pickle-eater while I cooked up ribs (so good!), butt roast (the best I've ever had) and pork chops (Marvin cut 'em real thick). And this recipe is what came of the last of the sausage and some dried beans in the cabinet.