When my mom cooks a roast, the meat has to be well done as one of my nan's can't chew rare meat and the other won't eat anything that's foreign, not burnt to a cinder or that has been touched by someone she doesn't know... so lamb, beef, pork etc. are all write-offs. That leaves Belly draft... oh sweet joy, Belly draft. In all my life, I've only ever ate one piece of bad belly draft. It is a king among meat. A chimp could cook it. Belly draft looks derisively at Bacon and laughs... my mouth is actually watering as I type.