In love and relationships, it’s important to acknowledge boredom as the evil twin of routine. You can fire things up by flying to a foreign country, savoring a special bottle of champagne, or in my case, attending a pig roast.
This weekend, my hubby and I shared an amazing experience without having to venture very far from the hood. Thanks to our gracious hosts, we met fun people, ate fresh and down home food, drank heavily, enjoyed good music and stayed warm by a bonfire.
As a born and bred city girl, my Porky Pig came in the form of Chinese take-out, maple-cured bacon and thinly sliced prosciutto wrapped around melon. Smoking and slow cooking a decapitated, skewered, rotating 120 pound hog is as foreign to me as living on a farm. Last Saturday, I expanded my repertoire to include pig on a stick.
I had a great time, even if I had to hide my eyes from the pig head perched atop a metal pole at the entrance to the shindig.
Cure the pig with a break from the brine. Season your love and relationship with some spice. You don’t have to travel far for fun.
Jennie (with little help from my friend, Julie. Girl, I love you always!)