The weekend was a blur--we built the pit, procured several long poles to support the oinker, got chicken wire (the second time, we got the right size), charcoal, hickory wood chunks, and some smaller bricks. We lopped branches off of some shrubbery. We weed-whacked around the new crepe myrtles. We harvested a few late tomatoes (those poor plants look really pitiful now). I sprayed some weed-killer on the backyard dandelion farm.
This morning, we verified that we're getting the right size animal, and that it'll be prepared the way it needs to be. Our main concern now is either getting some proper pig-pickin barbecue sauce, or making it (probably the latter, seeing as we are where we are). Need tables and chairs. Need a few more cinder blocks, but I think we've got a source for those. Need to sweep out and clean the garage. Yard needs mowing, but perhaps a little closer to Saturday. Probably need more charcoal/hickory wood, and I know we need coffee.
It's going to get cold down here (i.e., nighttime temps in the low-mid 40's) just in time for early Saturday morning. Better pull out that ratty lined shirt and an old toboggan--just got my hair cut, so I'm not insulated very well.
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Ooohhh, you're bringing back good memories of early morning hours over at Weldon's. The department's been doing the pickin' at Todd Taylor's the last couple years--I haven't been too interested.
But with some old friends and someone who really knows what they're doing . . . sure would be fun.
Glad to hear they're sticking with it. . . but in my mind, something about doing it under those pine trees can't ever be replaced. One of many things we miss, even though we know we could never recapture them.
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