I am pretty sure that I have stated this before on the site, but I can’t really stress it enough, Veronica has a big family. I have been married to her for almost five years now, and known her for about a decade, and I am still meeting new people and being taken to additional parties that they just happen to throw. It turns out that one of those events is a pig roast.
Now, I don’t know if you know this off hand but I am rather versed at the art of pig roasting… or at the very least at the art going to a pig roast. That being said I think that we can all agree that this would make my reporting on this event even less jaded than my normal brand of amazing truth telling and sticking to the facts. Also they had an entire cake made out of Klondike bars, that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything but I just felt the need to put that out there.
The party took place in what I will refer to as Veronica’s Dream house. A log house, (one cannot call something that large a cabin) with a nice pool and a tiny river flowing just down a small hill surrounded by forest, located in the middle of nowhere and mountains. I didn’t take a picture of the house as I thought that posting it on the site might encourage Veronica to think about it more, and there were already people staring at me as I have a habit of saying both the wrong and most random thing when talking to strangers. In my history of living I have kind of learned when it is a good idea not to photograph people who already seem confused by you.
The rest of this update is pretty much for my father.
Hi dad. They had a really cool pig roaster and I thought that you might be interested in it.
The device was located on a trailer so it could be hitched to the back of a truck, or in this case a van. On it there were two of those barrels for the act of spit roasting the pig. There were also two grills on the trailer as well, as you can see from the picture above. At one end there was a sink and a fridge which was kind of neat but I don’t know how needed that really is.
Speaking of unneeded things at the other end appeared to be two smokers. I was under the impression that smoking something took enough time that it wasn’t really something that you would do at a gathering, mainly because a pig roast itself seems to be pushing the limits of how long people will wait as it takes 12 hours to fully cook. Who knows, I am sure I am wrong about that. Also the thing had sides that closed and made it look like a normal trailer for travel, but when they were up they provided shade for the person cooking.
Don’t know if that was interesting, just thought of my father when I saw this beast of a cooker.