But I can report that the pig roast was a great success. I didn't have to do much at all, as my mother had been preparing side dishes and desserts (plus three different homemade barbecue sauces!) for about a week and my dad and uncle manned the pig roaster itself. (Apparently possession of a Y chromosome is required for this type of work).
Andrew and the physics friend who had accompanied us feasted heartily on the meat, as demonstrated here:
For even more, check out my uncle's post on his blog, de-Intimidator which gives all the gory and glorious details.
4 comments:
was there jello salad too??
Sadly, there was no jello in sight. I wouldn't have even known I was in the Midwest except for the fact that we were surrounded by cornfields.
I didn't even think of that. What a tragedy.
That pig is nearly the size of you or me Ms. Stylish!
Put in those terms, it is a bit disconcerting to me to see Ms. Piggy hangin' in the photos of your uncle's blog!
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