No, it's not "the Nun Bun" (that's an inside Nashville reference if there ever was one) and I'm not sure it's a sign from above or anything like that, but Jude and I couldn't help but notice the shape of this piece of pork tenderloin I cooked on the grill tonight, after I sliced it. The cool (or weird) thing is I didn't slice it that way on purpose - we didn't even notice it until we were fixing our plates.
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