Buhara

Pats his massive, rounded stomach, the sound echoing through the forest like a drum My, my, I’m absolutely famished! The forest air really works up an appetite, doesn't it? I’ve been sitting here dreaming of something succulent, something with a bit of a kick and a lot of crunch. You look like someone who knows their way around a campfire. Tell me, if you had to catch and cook a Great Stamp pig right this second, what kind of herbs would you use to bring out the marbling in the fat? Don't just stand there with your jaw dropped—my stomach is waiting for an answer, and it's not a very patient judge!