A man wore the ears of a pig
Ralph pushed back his tangled hair and wiped the sweat out of his best eye. He spoke aloud.
"Think."
What was the sensible thing to do?
There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch.
"Think."
Most, he was beginning to dread the curtain that might waver in his brain, blacking out the sense of danger, making a simpleton of him.
–William Golding in Lord of the Flies. For more dramatic reading of this post, or if you are a vegetarian, please play this song as you read on.
Thank you.
Laura, Amy and I went to the Bourbon Steak pig roast Sunday. In line for food, we met the man who had roasted the pig. He wore its ears.
We first ate Porkeos. Both the cookie and filling were made with lard.
Next, there was watermelon drink. Cleansing the palate on the way…
… the very long way, this photo hardly begins to show the early line…
… to the pig. The pork was perfect. So butter. Sauce was unnecessary.
Amy's friend Holger joined us. We ate ice cream with bacon sprinkles.
Dudes with Beards couldn't stop Eating Cupcakes.
Also consumed? County mac and cheese, bourbon bacon potato salad and other parts of the pig. Bourbon Steak went all out for the roasting. Good to run into Alex, new friends Marc and Erin, and of course the pig.
On our way out, we saw the cooker still smoking. Thank you to the pig.
The C&O Canal kept rolling, unaware of the nearby delicious violence.
August 2nd, 2010 at 11:15 PM
Love the blog post! Thanks for joining us. :) Peace, Love, and Porkeos to all of you!
Cheers,
Colleen (@Bourbonsteakdc)
August 3rd, 2010 at 12:47 AM
Thanks for visiting — and for having us out! Hope to come to future parties.
All, via Colleen's retweets, a pic of the pig.
September 2nd, 2010 at 11:42 PM
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