why am I not surprised that someone with the screenname of “GhorigTheBeefy” would have a recipe for roasting a hog
Why am I not surprised that you love “Teh Pork” wink.
My dad’s side of the family has roots in the Deep South so I know how to do a lot of redneck cooking. Shit give me 5 mins to double check the recipe and I could fry up some squirrel that tastes better than any fried chicken I’ve ever had. Reminds me of the time we were skinning them to try them for the first time…friggin cat came in and swallowed the entire squirrel tail. The tail is almost completely bone and tendons and the cat didn’t even fucking chew it…yeah we saw that tail again in about 2 minutes.
Oh almost fucking forgot…I’ve had beaver and I’m not talking about delicious woman taco! My grandpa had a pine tree farm with a river and 2 swamps running through it. Tons of beavers would come in and tear shit up so we’d just carry .22 rifles around and shoot them.
It was Christmas day and after we shot a baby beaver we some how convinced my dad’s stupid brother to go swim out and get it. So he stripped down to his underoos and swam out in a Mississippi swamp, yeah there are gators big woop you wanna fight about it, and came back looking no better than the shot beaver. My grandpa had to call somebody even more red-neck to figure out how to skin it properly and cook it.
SIDE NOTE: My dad’s brother is so stupid that my dad convinced him to:
- Touch the spark plug on the tractor to see if it was producing a spark.
- Convinced him that if he held onto a metal hanger that he wouldn’t get shocked by checking the tractor spark plug the next time.
- When rolling up newspaper and pretending to smoke it you are supposed to have a big flame and suck really hard.
CONCLUSION: My dad is very mean to his younger brother who is very gullible. My uncle got him back by selling my dad’s coin collection when my dad went off to college.
It was almost all fat and we cooked it in a crock pot all day resulting in some of the nastiest fucking meat you could ever eat. Tasted like fucking mud but at least it melted in your mouth. The best thing was I kept the beaver tail and would chase my sister around the property trying to hit her with it. Being hit by beaver tail really fucking hurts. I’ve got to imagine it would be akin to a black-jack.
Take lots of pictures since I can’t make it to the roast =(
Oh and sorry for side tracking your thread…next time I’ll just make another thread and link to it. Oh and if you are doing the pit or having open flames make sure the chef(s) don’t drink till the pig is served.