Sunday, June 24, 2007
"I would advise you not to consult geese in matters of spelling. The word is spelled T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C."
Last weekend, my friend Ravi and his pig-roasting cabal hosted their second annual fabulously fun pig pickin'.
Apologies to Wilbur, but it was indeed some pig event.
That Saturday was an utterly perfect summer day. Hot enough to make it oh so easy to keep helping yourself to cold beer but still nice enough to spend hours in a group of a hundred and some people and without feeling that hot, sweaty, crowded summer cranky. You know, the kind of DC hot that usually sets in around now and makes you sweat like a, well, pig, and loathe everyone in sight.
There were tons of old friends and a variety of people I'd never met. Our friend J, who we recently said goodbye to, who co-hosted last time, came down from New York for the event. It was a true pleasure to see her.
There were pig tattoos. There were grass skirts. There were coconut bras. If you think I didn't embrace all three enthusiastically, well, you don't know me very well.
It was, however, the last time I'm getting that scantily clad in public. I looked at one of the pictures of me in the coconut bra - which really is tantamount to wearing a bikini top - and I suddenly wondered if I looked like a less-well-endowed white-girl version of Lil' Kim? Alarming and not to be repeated.
But on to more important topics. There was a keg. There were all the trappings. And then, of course, there was the pig. On an electric spit.
Now, I was a vegeterian for years and I still don't eat a lot of meat. This pig on a spit thing simultaneously fascinates and revolts me. And so I just had to take photos. Of the whole pig, twirling and roasting. Of the head. Of the severed head. Of people kissing the severed head. Of the butt. Of a foot.
Because I don't know if you've ever seen a pig on a spit, but basically it seems like they open the pig's mouth, and stick a pole in that end and out the ass. To someone who tends to think of all pigs as Wilbur - Charlotte's Web really resonated with me as a kid - it's horrifying.
But it's like a train wreck or photos of Lindsay Lohan on a night out. You're scared to look, and you kind of cringe as you do, but you also can't help yourself.
I did eat it, but with reservations. Because it's so much easier to eat an animal if you don't literally stare it in the face before doing so. I mean, it's a pig. With a piggy nose, still attached to his piggy head. Which is staring at you from the table. With piggy teeth in his piggy mouth. Well, really, piggy everything. Because it is, after all, a pig.
The pig, or I suppose once it's chopped on a plate I should call it pork, was tender and juicy and perfectly cooked. And there were a million delicious sides. And banana pudding, which I absolutely love, for dessert.
All around a truly fabulous, delicious, fun event. Ah, Wilbur, you really were T-E-R-R-I-F-I-C!
Posted by Lemon Gloria on Sunday, June 24, 2007
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GAAAAAA... That close-up made me shudder! So, I think if you subjected the pig to the indignities of having its roasted head featured on your blog, you should humor us with your own coconut-wearing picture! It's only fair, don't you think??? I didn't know you could actually use coconuts as real bra cups. I always wondered what the "Lost" people did once their bra straps snapped...ReplyDelete
Ok so the pig doesn't interest me and neither does the heat. But oh how I remember the unbearable, wet right out the shower, your makeup sweating off as you are putting it on, type heat. It was in the 70's here yesterday. The LOW 70's. When I thought of the humidity of DC in July, I think I might have been thankful to live in upstate NY.ReplyDelete
I'm with g&d... Pictures! Where did you put your pig tattoo?ReplyDelete
G&D - Oh, I have much more graphic close-up pig pictures. I chose a relatively tame one. As for the coconut bras - they were actual half coconuts with string, just like a bikini top. An inflexible, itchy bikini top.ReplyDelete
Heather - Your candor makes me laugh. It's been pretty good in DC this summer - very little of that violence inducing heat and humidity combo.
VVK - Arm and stomach. And no, no coconut bras on my blog.
Come on, Lis!! I'm totally with G&D. Coconut bra pics, stat! (or at least email me one, hee hee!)ReplyDelete