My family, over time, has instituted a lot of activities that force us to spend time together, we call them traditions. Included in the list are, Guys Night Christmas Shopping, Thanksgiving, The Yarger Memorial Golf Tournament, The Progressive Dinner, and The Family Corn Roast and Reunion. The list is extensive, but incomplete as I have left out my favorite, which is the subject of this blog and is, my sister's annual Pig Roast.
|The Beaver (Beefer) Barn|
|The back view at Meter Maid's house|
|Ace's cooker front view open|
So a typical Pig Roast now starts around 2 pm on Friday and finishes at 2pm on Sunday. Since we don't have to run around to get the needed items, Friday night we help to set up the decorations, tap the keg, build a bonfire, drink from the keg, and so on. Late in the evening, we put the pig on the grill and commence the cooking. We are low and slow cookers (no jokes about mental aptitude or height please), we take about 14 hours to cook a whole hog. Wood fire only for us. We roast the pig, skin on, and cook it until the fat melts into the meat and becomes pulled pork. We used to have to check the fire every 15 minutes, but we bought some electronics and some fans to help control the temperature, so we can now get 2-3 hours between checking and stoking the fire. This means only one us technically has to stay up all night...NOT IT! My brother Ace generally takes the bullet and it seems like less and less I stay up for the entirety of the cooking.
|The Mascal children with the guest of honor at the Pig Roast.|
|The cooking crew pulling the pig.|
|Another view in back and a few of the participants.|
I always leave with the same two thoughts.... Why don't I visit my sister more often (it's an hour and a half away from my home), and how soon until the next Pig Roast? The best parties always leave you feeling this way. I'll finish with this invitation... If you ever find yourself in the Ithaca area (Wilseyville NY) on Columbus day weekend, and you smell some pork cooking, follow your nose and come join us for my sister's Pig Roast. Meter Maid surely won't mind and hell, who knows, you might end up with a full stomach, a few laughs, a beer or two, and a great deal on some Shaun Cassidy 8 tracks.