Pigs come in all shapes and sizes. They are natures gift that keeps on giving because no matter what happens to a pig, the results are always tasty. The pig is clearly held in such high regard because there are other animals who want to be a pig so badly that they’ve even changed their name to pig.
I bring you to the furry slice of nonsense that is the common guinea pig.
Look at it. That’s not a pig, but it’s called a pig. It’s a rodent with pig ambitions. You have to give it credit for trying because they’ve gone the whole hog (ding!) in getting to this point. Guinea pigs used to look like voles with a bad haircuts, now they’re domesticated and in addition to being a fine way of trapping Dr Zoidberg, they’re a firm favourite with small children.
I recently visited a farm near Skipton that had a fuck-tonne of the little buggers. The guinea pigs I’ve been used to in the past were squealing nervous things that wouldn’t touch you to scratch you and if you tried to get close to them they’d have a heart attack or run away. These farm guinea pigs were so desperate for attention that they were climbing over themselves to get to me. I’m a fairly popular person with both people and animals yet this level of appreciation is almost unheard of.
I spent a good deal of time petting these pigs and wondering if perhaps I have been wrong about guinea pigs all this time. They’re cute and absolutely no threat to me or my family. I could crush them all but would I really want to with cute little faces and lovely eyes like our chap above?
I’m not going to start eating them (I’m looking at you, South America) nor will I be purchasing any in the near future. Consider me a changed man though, one who would be happy to shake a guinea pig’s paw and offer him in for a cuppa and maybe some bacon (or ham) sandwiches.
8 comments on “Guinea Pigs – underrated?”
I would say that, of all the various pigs, “guinea” is the type I’d least like to eat and the type I’d most like to pick up and stroke.
I’d eat one. If someone has peeled and cooked it for me. Why not?
How would you feel about guinea pig croquettes?
Peeled or skin-on?
Skin on but with a beautiful dressing.
Sold. Crunchy, chewy, saucy. All the good textures. That’s the guinea guarantee.
By some coincidence that’s also my Tinder profile bio.
I’d like to make it clear at this point that I don’t need to hear any more detail about that.