i attended my very first pigpickin last night. for those who are naive to the concept (like i was until yesterday), a pigpickin is when someone decides to roast an entire pig on a fire. i can’t give further details on the cooking method, because i took one look at the half-baked carcass and decided i was going nowhere near the animal until it was rendered unidentifiable on a serving tray.
i don’t have much of a frame of reference, but i’m guessing this was a pretty high-quality pigpickin because we had all of the following:
1. horseshoes (the game, which now i know i suck at)
2. little kids riding dirtbikes all over the place
3. beer (although sam adams doesn’t strike me as the most appropriate choice. where was the pbr?)
durham is full of so many transplants that sometimes i forget that i’m down south, far away from my philadelphia roots. but then things like this happen (2 blocks from my house) and i go to a pigpickin, and it becomes pretty hard to ignore.