This weekend my wife and I attended a wedding, and to my delight and her ultimate horror, they were roasting a pig. I of course forced my culinary expertise upon them and insisted that I help. Not that they needed any help roasting that bad boy, I've just never done it before and I wanted the experience. Above are the pictures of Baron Von Wienerhausen. One of the brides(?) in the wedding gave the pig that name on account of the fire pit looking like a cinderblock castle. My guess is that it was a castle not fit for a king, hence the title of "Baron."
It was yummy yummy goodness. Once we began carving it up, I immediately swiped a hunk of the cheek meat and a sizable slice of the tenderloin, oh and a couple of ribs to boot. I had eaten so much pork that I failed get drunk, despite my many attempts.
It was my proposal to do a pig of the month club. Every month, 20 people get together and pitch in $10 and roast one of those tasty behemoths. The proposal quickly evolved into goats, lambs and any other sizable hunk of meat you can roast. We shall see how that develops...
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