Diary of a Pig Roast.......

This is a very long post. It might take you a few days to get through it all but I wanted to give everyone a good feel that is the adventure of roasting a pig underground. In a pit of fire. And the pig still has his head. And asshole.

First let me start by saying, my father doesn't do anything small. It is always a very big production with all the right tools and gadgets and outfits. I'm not kidding about the outfit either. He changes his clothes accordingly. Am I lying, Susan?

OK, hold on to your hats, here we go.

En route to Gran-T and Mikey's. Peace and quiet in the car. XM radio playing our favorite songs. Kids asleep.

AND of course me being the enabler that I am......I am not ashamed.

Well, I kind of am. But what do you do.




So here is the pit the pig will go into. We were calling it a "Redneck Playpen." Good times.

Bram pondering the situation. He "helped" with the fire until midnight.

You see, you have to have a pit of hot coals and fire before you put the pig in the ground. Here is a picture of the fire.

The next morning. The poor pig before he was placed in the metal box. I don't know what is scarier, the pig or me with no make up in my glasses first thing in the morning.

I have no idea what tee shirt I'm wearing. Weird.

Moving on...

Here is the pit of coals. OHHHHHHH---AHHHHHHHH!

Here is the iron box my dad had made especially for this pig roast. I told you, he goes all out. Why would you wrap the pig in banana leaves like everyone else? No way.

So if anyone needs a huge metal box to bury a pig in, just let me know, I can hook you up....

Hubby and Mikey lowering the pig into the ground.

Are y'all asleep yet?

Wipe the drool from your mouth and sit up straight! This is getting good.

My dad used a tractor to pull the iron box containing the pig out of the ground. Again, we don't do things small in Mikeyland. See him reaching for the beer?

I get it honestly.

Here I am trying to look interested. I was already kind of tipsy at this point.

Here is my bro and the guys watching the pig rise out of the fire pit. Mesmerizing.

Here is my oldest friend in the world, Jill, and my very pregnant cousin Julie. Tiny Julie is 31 weeks pregnant here. With twins!! Baby Henry and Sylvie. How cute is that?

What isn't cute is that Ju weighs as much as I do. 31 weeks pregnant with twins. Awesome. Makes me want to go swimsuit shopping ASAP.

Here it comes.
Oh my word!

The final product!!!!

And here we are posed around the pig. Ta-da!!!!!

It was a great night. I have to say, I didn't eat any pig. It kind of freaked me out. And I was drunk by the time it was ready to eat.

I did bring some leftovers home and I am about to make a jambalaya type soup with it. I figure with a lot of veggies and spices, I can forget about the pigs ears and hoofs. Maybe.

I hope everyone had a marvelous Memorial Day weekend. There are a million more pics taken but these capture the moment in a faster manner than an actual play by play.

Tomorrow is Bram's 4th birthday, so be prepared for a Bram-a-thon.

And if you can't sleep tonight, just pull up this post. I am sure it will help!!!!!