Anyway, I have a shoulder of pork for Thursday, complete with enough crackling to feed the Household Cavalry. There will be beans and spuds from the garden, along with fresh apple sauce for Mrs Steve (apple sauce is an abomination, as we all know, but if she has no taste, so be it). I have a nice Rioja to wash it down, though I'm thinking a Sicilian Nero d'Avola/Frappato would do the trick nicely. And to hell with the begrudgers. You won't find Satan there though. He'll be at dinner with me!