Why Pork Roll Is Amazing and Nothing Else Matters


One hundred-ish years ago, my great grandmother Ethel was a newlywed, cooking breakfast for her husband John, somewhere in New Jersey. Then her mother Bertha stopped by. She oohed and aahed at the wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen, wondered what Ethel was making, and Ethel had no other option. She had to tell the truth:

“Mom,” she said. “I’m making Taylor ham.”

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