Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
I see you little guys with your beady little eyes, sizing me up. You think you're soooo tough because you were just in a 400 degree oven and barely broke a sweat but let me tell you something: I could fit two of you in my mouth at once.
When I was in Mrs. Nakagawa's 8th grade Home Ec class in, um, a long time ago, we learned to make a bao of some sort but they were just boring looking. I wonder if I could have gotten extra credit by making mine look like a dinosaur. It's time to get back to my middle school steamed bun chops. I need to eat some pork filled bunnies!
If only every teacup came with an expectant little bear faces. Don't worry bears, I'll give you a lovely warm home in my belly where you can hang out with your friends roast chicken, potatoes and kale. It will be nice to see them again won't it?