Thursday I traveled to Nashville for work. I returned Friday late, and Saturday morning, I went to Morningside Market to get a whole hog that had been slaughtered for me by Riverview Farms. I then ran it out to Clarkston, where we dug a hole using the finest traditional Hawaiian methods:
We filled the hole with paper, then kindling, then logs. A lot of logs. Perhaps 80 logs. We then threw a huge pile of rocks on it. And then, to kick it off, a gallon of Coleman white gas.
Then I lit a piece of paper and dropped it onto the fire. It blew up in my face. It singed off my eyelashes, a good bit of my eyebrows, my stubble, and crisped the ends of my hair. But! The fire was alight!
After it burnt down, we put the pig on it. I left-- to go to the Atlanta Downhill Challenge, a Soapbox Derby-type event that I'd entered in with some friends. Elise and I raced over to the course only to find that racing had been suspended, as a racer had flipped, lost his helmet, and scrubbed his face along the hill for a bit. We'd won our first heat though! Here's the car, then our first heat driver (Chewy) and our second heat driver (Kevy):
Kevy ran a tight race and in a true photo finish, we lost. (Click through for a larger shot.)
The next morning (aka Sunday), Elise went to church. Jilly and I ran a few errands and then went to dig up the pig. Jilly found church in her own way!
Jilly praying to her higher power, with communion fresh on her lips
1 comment:
PLEEEEZ...Don't leave me in suspense like this. Finish the story. How did it come out? Who/what were you cooking it for as it must have fed a lot of people.
Oh...and your father says white gas is not the best way to start the fire --- the fumes will always explode. Remember, he was a fireman once (and he slept in a Holiday Inn Express!)
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