The Beneficent Gaze Of Serving Hog

And: Should we serve octopuses? Should we not watch more Fran Lebowitz?

That is Serving Hog, a two-foot-tall papier-mâché pig-chef who watches over my son Matt’s bedroom, as he has done since Matt was a little boy, and found Serving Hog in Dallas at a garage sale. Little Matt named him Serving Hog because he’s carrying a tray, straight from the kitchen. I have been living under the beneficent, slightly stoned stare of Servi…