So, this weekend I attended a camping event/party in the wine country (Sonoma County) that included the cooking of a 200 lb pig in the ground, hawaiian style. That's 200 lbs ready to cook - I'm told it was over 300 "on the hoof." This was a first for me.
I missed the first part but here is what happened: They dug a hole about 4 feet deep, then added a bunch of large river rocks and made a huge hardwood fire. While it burned down the pig was heavily salted and stuff with halved pineapples, sweet potatoes, whole onions and whole heads of garlic. It was then wrapped pretty tightly in banana leaves, then burlap, then finally chicken wire.
When the fire had burned to super hot coals (glowing red rocks and all), a few inches of dirt was thrown on top, then the pig, then the whole thing was buried and left for 16 hours. The guy who was running the pig portion of the program wanted to dig it up 2-3 hours earlier but some people were concerned it would not be fully cooked.
I was there to help dig it out and get it moved onto the table. It smelled amazingly good, all porky and sweet from the pineapple. One guy carved some big chunks and we all started by eating it straight up with white rice and some of the pineapple and sweet potatoes. It was a little overdone but really good - very smoky, like good bbq. I made a quick little salsa with some of the pineapple and that really helped, it needed the moisture.
We first started eating at about 3 pm. There was lots of beer, tequila, and wine, and as the day/night wore on the pig was heavily picked over. Things are a little fuzzy but I have vivid memories of picking the cheek meat right off the head (the best part), and ripping the succulent ribs off one at a time and handing them out like lollipops. The night did not end until 3 am, when we crashed and dreamt porky dreams.
There was almost nothing left in the morning. What was there was used for breakfast burritos.
Despite all the drinking and the late night, I was up at 7 am and, after coffee, did a little over 40 miles of road riding in the Mayacamas mountains, including some damn steep grades and probably 2,500 or 3000 feet of climbing at what was a pretty fast pace, considering. I like to think the pig gave me wings.
I missed the first part but here is what happened: They dug a hole about 4 feet deep, then added a bunch of large river rocks and made a huge hardwood fire. While it burned down the pig was heavily salted and stuff with halved pineapples, sweet potatoes, whole onions and whole heads of garlic. It was then wrapped pretty tightly in banana leaves, then burlap, then finally chicken wire.
When the fire had burned to super hot coals (glowing red rocks and all), a few inches of dirt was thrown on top, then the pig, then the whole thing was buried and left for 16 hours. The guy who was running the pig portion of the program wanted to dig it up 2-3 hours earlier but some people were concerned it would not be fully cooked.
I was there to help dig it out and get it moved onto the table. It smelled amazingly good, all porky and sweet from the pineapple. One guy carved some big chunks and we all started by eating it straight up with white rice and some of the pineapple and sweet potatoes. It was a little overdone but really good - very smoky, like good bbq. I made a quick little salsa with some of the pineapple and that really helped, it needed the moisture.
We first started eating at about 3 pm. There was lots of beer, tequila, and wine, and as the day/night wore on the pig was heavily picked over. Things are a little fuzzy but I have vivid memories of picking the cheek meat right off the head (the best part), and ripping the succulent ribs off one at a time and handing them out like lollipops. The night did not end until 3 am, when we crashed and dreamt porky dreams.
There was almost nothing left in the morning. What was there was used for breakfast burritos.
Despite all the drinking and the late night, I was up at 7 am and, after coffee, did a little over 40 miles of road riding in the Mayacamas mountains, including some damn steep grades and probably 2,500 or 3000 feet of climbing at what was a pretty fast pace, considering. I like to think the pig gave me wings.