The beautiful snow is melting, turning everything into pig heaven, what with all the mud puddles.

There’s a restaurant nearby called Pig Heaven, which they love.

A third chapter has begun for Pig Heaven, a Chinese fixture on the Upper East Side.

I was truly in pig heaven – or should I say “cow heaven”, and then something even better happened: Dessert arrived!

And I say, "Brother Pig, Heaven grant that I keep my voracities better concealed than thou."