We just got back from a pig roast at the school. Yeah, you read that right. A pig roast. We crazy folk out west do that sort of thing with swine. We dig a hole. We put a whole pig on a stick. Then? Then we set it on fire and eat it when it's muscle, fat and flesh start to fall off of it's body. Okay, so it's a tiny bit more refined than that, but not much.
This dinner was donated by one of our local chiropractors at last year's auction. He is Hawaiian and apparently they do this sort of thing all the time over there. It was actually quite fun and no one got to (had to) see the actual 'roasting process'. Praise God.
Also tonight, while dining on swine, one of our friends (who recently converted to Catholicism, after attending Princeton Theological Seminary to become a Protestant minister!) leaned over to me and said, "Hey, you know why evangelicals are so against pre-marital sex? It might lead to dancing."
Now that, my friends, was worth smelling singed and salted swine mixed with the yummy smells of an old school gymnasium.
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gkeiuuhI can't believe we both attended pig roasts on the same night. What are the odds! Our's lacked the ambiance of the school gym and I must admit, I loved the smell of cracklin pig skin, Second only to fried pork skins. Yum. Love you.
Oh my gosh! We've totally done that, too! It was a fundraiser at our church a few years ago... here in New Mexico, we call it "Matanza". Now that's some good eats!
Too funny about the dancing!
Protestants are too easy to pick on!
Yay, Catholicism: we can drink, dance and have a good time. And if things get out of hand...there's always confession!
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