I was the token white guy on a West Indian construction crew in St Thomas, USVI, around 1970. A lunch truck came around at noon selling hot plates of food for $1. One day it was pork stew and rice. I bit into one piece of meat shaped like a miniature bagel. I asked one of the old timers what it was. He looked over and said, "Dat pig ah-soo, mon." I didn't want to spoil my reputation for eating anything and everything, so I finished it off. Not bad.
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