1.0HappyCowhttps://www.happycow.net/blogerichttps://www.happycow.net/blog/author/eric/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="Yr97WQvH8B"><a href="https://www.happycow.net/blog/if-pigs-could-fly%e2%80%a6/">If pigs could fly…</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.happycow.net/blog/if-pigs-could-fly%e2%80%a6/embed/#?secret=Yr97WQvH8B" width="600" height="338" title="“If pigs could fly…” — HappyCow" data-secret="Yr97WQvH8B" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> By Guest Blogger Annie Eagle  If pigs could fly… (after the year of the pig) In Vietnam there is a delicately sweet, street-speciality called ‘jambong’ (from the French for ham).  It is often served with sticky rice (xoi) or is deftly stuffed into cut baguettes alongside cheese or meat and slivers of cucumber.  I had eaten it myself a couple of times before I discovered what it was.  It looks to me like mattress stuffing, or very fine wood shavings.  What I find striking, is how the once living animal, the pig, could be rendered unrecognizable, just as great trees are reduced to sawdust…… Now that the Year of the Pig has just ended, I wish to consider the reputation and treatment of this lowly and most serviceable animal. In the Orient, the Pig has an honoured place in the Chinese Calendar.  This Year of the Pig ended a 60 year cycle, so was known as the Year of the Golden Pig.  It was seen as an especially auspicious year.  Orientals believe that those who are born in a Pig year will have a good life,  as reflected in the Vietnamese proverb ‘Tuoi Hoi nam doi ma an’ which roughly […]https://www.happycow.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/flyingpig.jpg