Oh, don't I know the devil that it is! Once I sweetened a keg of it with a bit of pomegranate juice and my neighbor and I tore into it on the "party porch" with a few other folks around. Another friend dropped by with two wild hogs he'd shot and El Hubbo and my neighbor's husband set to work cleaning/slaughtering. It was a high old time. Realizing that I was pretty deep into my cups, I tottered on home across the field (but only after, apparently, becoming loud with hyena-like laughter as my neighbor and I swapped embarrassing sex tales. Of course, I don't recall this and doubt it really happened. Ahem. Well, maybe.)
Anyway, at one point prior to going home, I noted that El Hubbo (also imbibing the devil's drink) was feeding hog tidbits to the doggies and I asked him to be a bit more judicious about it. This advice, I was to discover later, was not heeded. Long story short, El Hubbo followed me home a couple of hours later and crawled, clothed, into bed. Some time after that, I heard the most disgusting sound ever come out of the kitchen. I got up, a tad wobbly, and was hit by a foul stench. There, in the early morning light filtering in, I was greeted by what looked to be most of a hog leg, partly digested and with other piggy parts in a puddle in the kitchen and a forlorn, apologetic-looking 110 lb lab mix gazing at what had been his dinner earlier.
Looking back, there has been some speculation that the pomegranate juice added something to the mix. It has been called "the fruit of life" and thought to have magical properties by some cultures.