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Going to my first one! What section of the Hog should I go for first?
luvinbbq said:Going to my first one! What section of the Hog should I go for first?
luvinbbq said:Going to my first one! What section of the Hog should I go for first?
QansasjayhawQ said:I've heard the term "trots". What are trots?
Thanks!
/Brother Dave
bittertruth said:At my first pig pickin in South Carolina they had a side dish made from the offal left over from the slaughter of the hog. They called it "Hash", and while some are turned off by the origine of the protein matter that makes up this "hash" i found it to be the cats ass. after all it is the same thing that goes into Hotdogs! It is cooked with the same rub ingredients and BBq sauce that was used to season the hog and was great slathered on the BBQ or as a side with rice.
anybody else had any of this?
qman said:Kevin, nothing wrong with fond memories of times past. Got a few of my own.
SmokeInDaEye said:Me too.
Like waking up on the ground...with sunglasses and a bandanna on and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth. Glad you finally confessed, Kevin.
TygerSmokes said:Any of you guys like crackling? Growing up, that was always my favorite part of the hog.
Kevin said:Glad you liked it. I quit roasting pigs many years ago when I decided that I had a family to raise and partying all night every weekend was not what I should be doing. It was a blast back then and would probably be even more fun now that I have a better understanding of what barbecue really is. I live in hog raising country and butcher size pigs (180 lb. to 220 lb. live weight) are what is usually cooked around here. My old roaster (rotisserie model with an industrial gear reduction box and variable speed DC drive) is still sitting out in my friends grove at his farm. May have to resurrect "cooke de ville" this summer. Damn it man, that brings back memories. Very fond memories. May have to dig out some of the old photos and scan them. I was a biker in a previous life and we had some mighty fine get togethers. We had to take a picture of the pig's head with sunglasses, a bandanna, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth every time. These were outlandish parties of overindulgence. Eat too much, imbibe too much and then sleep on the ground(In your tent of course, we did have some scruples).
Does this sound like a Brethren bash?
Never been to one in person.
Long post about old stories. Oh well. I enjoyed reminiscing.