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“Vatia was no longer looking at me; she was rolling a round of dough around one of the hams, which had been scored, smeared with honey, and stuffed with figs. Her method was precise and the dough formed perfectly around the meat in a way I had never been able to achieve before.
"I see what you mean about chilling the dough," I said, amazed.
"This is what I wanted to show you." She directed my gaze toward a few strangely cut pieces of dough in front of her.
"I don't understand."
"Watch." She picked up the pieces and attached them to the pastry-wrapped ham, her thin fingers carefully sealing the pieces of dough to the ham by dipping them in water. In a few moments she sat back.
"It's a pig!" I exclaimed, pleased with the ears and snout she had added to the ham.
"I hoped you would like it," she said, her voice filling with pride. "I had the idea when you first told me what we were doing. I had a pig pictured in my mind and thought it might be pleasing to guests if I could re-create it."
"Do you think they will bake without issue?" I asked, worried.
"They should. Also, I thought I would brush them with egg so they are shiny when they come out of the oven."
"Please do." I could not take my eyes off the little pig. It was brilliant and I wished I had thought of it.”
― Crystal King, Feast of Sorrow