Pimps up, Shields Down

Val just called. Wants to roast a pig on Saturday. Stuffed with moros.

And wouldn't you know it, he gets this urge right when the light lager I made for ManCamp is ready to drink.

Tonight I'm headed for the store, and I'm going to see if they can get me a fifty-pound pig by Thursday. I'll brine the stink out of it and shoot it up with mojo, and on Friday, I'll make a few tons of moros. On Friday night, I'll depost everything with Val, and on Saturday, I'll take the beer to his house.

And I have this urge to do a dessert. I did cheesecake on Fathers' Day, and I'm a little bored with flan. Maybe brownies.

Hey...strawberry shortcake! Fast, easy, delicious, and strawberries are in season. Huge, sweet, deep red Florida strawberries the size of your fist.

Oh, yes.

Photos shall be uploaded by the survivors.

Val was originally talking about a hog stuffed with jambalaya, which would be phenomenal, but there are concerns about various wusses complaining about the spiciness.

You can stuff a hog with ANYTHING. Do you realize that? A hog is nothing but a cavity with endless potential.

I must sit down and plot.