The Kentish Hog Roast
Today Sheena confesses to a dining mistake.
Not a mistake in judgement, but in execution. A sunny Saturday stroll through the Greenwich markets. Was due to transfer hotels (for the 4th time this week) but wanted to wait out the Yob Parade since football was on from noon to 4ish. Booked a hair appointment for 2pm and so had a couple of hours to kill. Street meat seems to be the order of the day. And what could be better than this:
#1. I had no idea what it actually was, just was in a wing it kind of mood. So selected a lovely fresh baguette from the pile. "D'ya want some onion-sage stuffin' with it"? Sure. I guess. Didn't realize it would be ON the sandwich. Thought maybe a side.
#2. Helping myself to the highly recommended Brown Sauce. If it would have been warm, would have been OK. But too cold and vinegary for my liking.
#3. Forgot to grab a fork, knife and napkin. Dumbass today.
The roast hog was actually very lovely - falling apart tender and juicy. Stuffing was nice. Just a mistake on the bun and with the brown sauce. Ended deconstructing it with my bare fingers and eating all the good porky stuffing goodness and leaving the bread and wiping the sauce on the side of the dish when no one was looking.
Would have again, but need to completely rethink my approach. 4 pounds = 8 bucks give or 50 cents.
posted by Sheena @ 3:40 PM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Roast hog is yummy...in the Eighties, my then g/f's brother would host an annual Pig Roast in July, and an annual Leo Party in August (where he and a dozen other Leos -- and around 60 admirerers -- would celebrate their birthdays).
As to the Pig Roast; this took place south of Caledon (as described under your Legend of H.C.I. post), and was always on the first weekend after Dominion Day. Blackie would start Friday morning (mechanized spit -- hardwood burned down to embers), and with the help of some marching flake, maintain the embers, occasionally beer-baste the hog (wrapped in chicken wire, on the spit) and himself, while smokin', drinkin', and enjoying the party that raged all around him.
The Hog would be ready to eat around 5-6 Saturday afternoon, after which, PHASE 2, of the Party, would begin...
While I've lost touch with most of that crowd (including my ex-girlfriend's brother), Blackie and I, are friends to this day...
BTW, Sheena,
If you are required to transfer hotels, four times a week,
then you are even MORE wicked, than I ever imagined...
starving out of my mind right now bad time to read your blog
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