• One Large Boom

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    July 4th . . . . . maybe 12 years ago . . . . . . we were having a cookout at our friend Sara’s house. This was to be a festival of a wide assortment of friends. Friends and family of Sara . . . . . . friends and family of us . . . . . friends and family of friends and family . . . . . . . and so on and so on. Our long time friend Phillip (now Sara’s . . . . . friend . . . . . via the friend of a friend thing) and I decided we would be roasting a pig shoulder . . . . butt . . . . . . shank . . . . brisket . . . . or whatever it is called.

     
    This is something we have not done before . . . . . . . but, how hard could it be. Dig a hole . . . . form a base . . . . charcoal and wood . . . . . and about 10 hours or so. So Phillip and I . . . . . joined by our old friend, Miller Lite . . . . . . . . were looking to get an early start. Miller seemed to have cooked pig before . . . . . as he was very influential in the outcome. We will find out later, that Miller is also an experienced fireworks shooter offer.
     
    Here we are . . . . the 3 of us . . . . . . at 6 in the morning . . . . . . preparing our pig. We get the fire going and Phillip and I have a nice long chat with Miller while waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. We prepare the pool area for some cruise style deck games and sweep out the tennis court . . . for those so inclined. We bring some extra grills to the staging area so that we can throw on some sausages, hamburgers or anything else that may be available. The pig is looking good and the guests are arriving. We didn’t know Pete at the time, but he would have been a big help. The only thing is . . . . he and Miller Lite don’t get along . . . . . . . he would have brought his friend from Miami, Mo Hito . . . . and who knows what decisions our committee of 5 would then have made.
     
    The party is now in full swing and appears to be well attended. Miller’s arch enemy, (none the Wizer) Bud was there . . . . . but, that proved to be a big help with the party games. Off in the distance (we are in a 3 acre clearing) we unexpectedly hear what appears to be the setting off of fireworks. One large boom followed by smaller crackers. Upon investigation, it seems our pig blew up. The phrase “when pigs fly” comes to mind as the pieces were skyrocketing . . . . . maybe 30 feet or so. However, Phillip and I, with the help of Miller and the intrusive Bud, quickly got a handle on the situation. At least we think we did.
     
    It seems . . . . that when you are forming a base . . . . under a fire . . . . . do not use a piece of slate. Slate is pressed together and formed with glue.             I, for one . . . . did not know this.         When this heats up . . . . it explodes . . . . . violently. We quietly pieced the pig together . . . . . as best we could . . . . . . pulled off the charred outside . . . . . . and were left with a fantastic . . . . . lip smacking . . . . . . 4 pounds of the best pulled pork you ever had.
     
     
     
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