This past Sunday, on the occasion of our 51st anniversary, my wife and I decided to have "a big breakfast," which means only one thing. No, not pancakes or waffles or omelet or even the old reliable bacon and eggs. It means pork roll. Pork roll: indescribable, undefinable, occasionally undigestible but always, at least in my experience, utterly unbeatable. Have you ever tried to describe pork roll to an outsider, which means anyone who doesn't live in the tri-state area?