As you can imagine, it KILLS me to heap praise on my boy like I'm going to do here but I have to hand it to the lad, he hit it out of the park. The entire thing was great.
Here comes Cleopatra being carried by a bunch of hungry guys. That's FrankW in front, and Homebeerbrewer (Rick) in blue in the back. Not helping. Just standing and watching. Like usual. Big surprise there.
The whole enchilada on the porch ready to be brought inside. They had just stopped so we could drool for a bit.
So we bring it inside an set it on the table. Someone says, "We should let it sit for a few minutes to let it settle and juices to go back into the meat." Everyone agreed that that was a good idea so we counted to 10 and then tucked in. 10 guys standing around a table with forks in their hands, sometimes not even bothering to use the forks, just tearing into the pork. We've pretty much worked our way down thru the loins here and have struck ribs.
I've never seen an open chest surgery performed on a pig before. Here the surgeon has removed a few ribs and is reaching inside to pull out a duck or something.
And now the feeding frenzy REALLY starts. It was like a school of sharks with blood in the water. Kind of like when your kid finally gets a solid shot at the pinyta, all the candy comes falling out and the kids scramble for the stuff that's falling to the ground. Fortunately the meat was so tender that no-one was using a knife because there was a real possibility that someone could have had a hand cut off in the flurry of action. Remember in Dances with Wolves when the Indians finally scored a couple of buffalo and just went into a Bacchanal orgy of eating and celebrating? Ya, that's what yesterday was like.
Solid work, Cape. I guess I have to be nice to you for the rest of the week.
PTN
