I'm not talking about the pig skins that you can pick up at any gas station south of the mason-dixon line. I'm talking about pulling the skin off of a pig that has been pit-cooked long and slow and basted with my mommy's BBQ sauce. The skin is crispy - so crispy, that it's almost fragile. I usually burn my fingers as I'm trying to find a piece loose enough to pull away from the pig. I score big-time when the piece I pull still has an oh-so-thin layer of juicy fat attached to the underside. Oh my gosh!! My mouth waters just thinking of it! Biting into the skin with your top teeth makes the skin crackle and crumble and then you sink your teeth into the glossy smooth layer of the juicy fat. I cannot even begin to describe the delightful taste. I can only tell you to seek out a pig pickin' in the Southern territory - these people know how to cook a pig!
This past Saturday night my parents hosted an intimate little hoe-down in the field behind the house. We sat outside all day, tending the fire, ensuring that the pig had an even heat. My mom made her infamous BBQ slaw (it's RED people) and her spicy Lexington-style BBQ sauce (the BBQ sauce is so good that MB and I stand around a jar and drink it straight from the jar!). As I mentioned, this was a small affair. It was a spur-of-the-moment cookout since we are having 70 degree weather in mid-November (yes please!!)! No band...no huge tables laden with food. Instead, it was a couple of tables haphazardly set up, mason jars filled with roses by my sister (the artistic one), fire pits for warmth and smores after the sun went down, and people pulling their own pig.
I think we all agreed - this was the best pig-pickin' we've hosted: my mommy didn't freak out because something wasn't perfect, no band to set up, no huge platters of food because some of those invited did not RSVP, thus, leaving us with loads of extra food (this is my pet peeve). Well.... not really. I think my number one pet peeve has always been that my parents work so hard to create a great atmosphere and pig pickin' and then people show up with a dessert that they purchased from the local grocery store or Walmart! Seriously people - would it kill you to take the time to personally make a dessert??? Little secret - no one eats these desserts because everyone eats the HOMEMADE dessert and then the person that brought the nasty dessert doesn't even take it home so it winds up in the trash! The person that brought the dessert could have at least eaten it or taken it home! Seriously!!! But none of that this year, no issues were had this Saturday night - we had a fantastic time! No one rushed away and we had great story tellings around the fire....not to mention the s'mores!