My words: Gusto, epicure, sustenance, gastronomy
The prompt: Describe your favorite food
I came from a family of pigs. No, literally, I was raised by a family of fat, smelly, pink, pigs. Most everyone in my family eats what they get; they eat a lot. I, only eat the good stuff. i am an epicure, if you will. I am an artist of gastronomy.
The hog I called dad went away when I was just a piglet. The sow of a mother I had said he had some links to some heavenly place. It must have been one really nice place because no one has ever come back to that place. Boy, was my mom a ham! What gusto she had.