A dead body.
Dead, dismembered and drained.
|Her feet are in a separate bag...|
I didn't know her before her untimely demise, but I suspect she is a Hamilton.
|Note the strong family resemblance|
Sparky and his BFF (My Sister-Wife, Geno) used to roast pigs in a huge oil drum in Geno's backyard. Everyone else loved to watch the pig spin while drinking copious amounts of beer and tequila but since I don't drink all that much, the sight of a corpse rotisserie-ing all day in a rusty oil drum was less than appetizing.
Then, I discovered La Caja China!
I saw Roberto kick Bobby Flay's butt in a Pork Shoulder Throwdown and I was sold. I had found THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT for my husband. (We've been married 27 years - I ran out of great gift ideas around 15 years ago, so this was a true Christmas miracle.)
I knew it was a hit when Sparky assembled the box in the middle of my living room on Christmas Eve. Since then, there's been no stopping him. Several times a year, Sparky whips out his Caja China and cooks up a pig.
It's a big production, mind you. He restrains the pig spread-eagled on a rack, injects the pig with secret juice, then he rubs the pig all over with coarse salt and spices...
'Scuse me... had a little "50 Shades of Pork" moment there...'
Anyhow, a friend of Son O'Mine is having a party tomorrow and he asked Sparky to roast a pig. So, at this very moment, he's out there restraining and injecting and rubbbbbbing...
I'm going to watch.
Hey, I'm old... I take my thrills wherever I can.