To foil or not not to foil that is the question. Whether tis nobler in life to foil a pork but or sail a sea of angry ships. To foil, or to not foil, or suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune of dry pork butt that is the question. To foil or not to foil, or meet the stall, and forever linger at one temperature.
Remember: to thine own self be true.
Shakespeare always foiled his pork butt.
Regards,
Ed