Pulled pork… … … (and cue the crickets chirping)

I know a lot of people dislike the supposed “baby killers,” but I think nothing is worse than the dreaded “conversation killer.”

This weekend, at one single dining experience, I effectively killed the conversation 3 times. I didn’t know I was so capable. Like a conversation assassin, I was. The Grim Reaper of Social Banter. People started making fun of me for it. Thank God I have a disgustingly impervious self-ego, or I would’ve been devastated.

Too late, I decided to just keep my mouth shut, because I was with some delightful people I enjoy spending time with. And I should listen more.

Just as a warning, apparently the subject of pulled pork is a conversation ender, for those of you who aren’t in the know on these things. And apparently I am decidedly not!

I haven’t quite tested to see if other pork products such as ham, bacon, and chops also decapitate and decimate good social interaction. But after the Arctic-chill reaction to pulled pork, I wouldn’t be surprised if all things porcine didn’t evoke The Demon Silence to interrupt even the most gregarious party.

It ain't just the other white meat, as I have recetnly found to my shock and horror!

Just an FYI, for those who didn’t know. God knows, I didn’t.

Damn pork...