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May 28, 2007

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Malnurtured Snay

Thanks for having me! Your house is beautiful and your cat -- the gray striped one - adorable. I rang the bell and he came over and looked at me like "What? I can't open the door with my paws!"

I wanted to see the pig because I've never had, like, unprocessed pig. Y'know, ham, bacon, sausage, sure. But actual, unprocessed, look, "there's the snout" pig? Never before, and hopefully again sometime.

Thanks again for the invite! Sorry I didn't RSVP :)

epiph

I didn't get a chance to thank you yet for your invite, but, thank you. I was away in Michigan this weekend, in a wedding. I would have loved to have attended.

Good luck cleaning: I spent many Mondays in high school cleaning up used hog carcasses and hog roasting pans after the remnants had baked all day in the sun on Sunday after the parties on Saturdays. It's a big reason why I'm still a vegetarian.

yellojkt

The pork was fantastic. The improvised grille was very clever. The only other pig roast I have ever been to was part of a Tet festival (the Vietnamese version of Chinese New Year). The barbeque sauce was very good. You have some very nice neighbors and a lovely home.

danielle

I wish I could have made it, but like epiph was in another state. I didn't realize it was going to be such a big event. I'm impressed! Can you take over my cookout planning duties? :)

Claude

My only real regret is that I didn't get to chitchat with folks as much as I'd hoped. There's a certain element of timing involved with parties this size that I still have to nail down a little better. (And the medical emergencies didn't help matters.)

Snay: The cat you're talking about was Marlon. Sometimes the cats from next door decide to pop in once in awhile, though. And you were FAR from the first to insist on seeing the pig.

Epiphany: I ordered well; there was only a couple of pounds of leftovers. Usually I have to eat leftover pork for over a week. This time it's no more than a couple of days' worth. So cleanup wasn't bad. But I can't say I blame you.

Danielle: Take over? No. But I'm happy to help. And when are you coming for the glads?

usedtobeme

Our old neighbors roasted a pig once and it smelled delicious but my mom wouldn't let us kids go over for whatever paranoid reason she had at the time.

I'll have to wait for Hawaii to taste it I guess.

Congrats on the new house, the party and the pig. Have a good weekend.

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