Porksteak

There was a choice of beefsteak and porksteak, fried oysters, and ham and eggs, with tea or coffee, Philadelphia ale and lager beer.

Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his other hand.

‘Will we buy a bit of porksteak for the dinner?’ she’d said, looking at the porksteak on the counter. She had felt the absence of his reply and glanced up quickly: his eyes were fixed on a girl who was cutting cheese, […] ‘Will we have porksteak for the dinner?’ she had said more loudly to him, pulling at his sleeve, and he had turned to her, smiling, saying that porksteak would be lovely.

It was universally accepted even amongst the most extreme heretics and schismatics that under no circumstances was the eating of porksteak to be countenanced on Fridays or on any other days of fast and abstinence.