Our friends here decided that in honor of Alex's return, we should have a grand fiesta. In Costa Rica, that means having a pig roast....so....meet Wilbur. We actually didn't name him, since he was only with us for a short while before he became dinner and that would have traumatized poor Emma even more!
Since Lane is the father of the honored one...it was deemed appropriate that he should do the "deed". Here he is being shown exactly how to do it. Lane wanted to make sure it was as dignified as possible, so the last words the pig heard were "Gracias por la comida" (thank you for this food) We actually have video footage of the whole thing but thought it was a bit too graphic for the blog. You can order your own copy for $9.99 ha ha
I will spare you the details (since I couldn't watch, I don't have many to share) but needless to say, Lane hit the mark and here was our pig getting a little closer to becoming dinner. They had this thing from squealing to swinging in less than 20 minutes!
Sorry if you have a queasy stomach, but for all the aspiring surgeons in the family, thought you might like this picture
Just a few of the natives here watching over the innards making sure they don't burn since they are the favorite parts.....(can I just pause for a gag right now?)
These innards are cooked along with the skin, gotta get it nice and hot so as to burn all the hairs off
Our Portugese friend Joe was the grill man...we all had our jobs. He loved his apparantly!
Another shot of Joe cooking up all those parts and pieces
I preferred to stay in the house and take pictures...we had about 40 people in our little yellow house!
Just wanted to document that there was at least ONE Martinsen that actually ate the pig. (I guess a mission leaves you little choice but to not be picky about food as you can see that Alex and Elder Whitlock had no problem with the pork) I am not ashamed to say that the rest of us are just meat snobs ok. It is just hard to eat something that was snorting and squealing at you less than 2 hours before...especially when you might get a hair stuck in your teeth if decide to actually try it. No thanks. We were careful to be discreet in our disdain as to not offend our friends. As for the rest of the crowd, they thought it was the greatest thing ever! There wasn't much left of Wilbur by the end of the night.The fiesta was a huge success and definitely a homecoming that Alex will NEVER forget!
4 comments:
All I can say is poor Wilbur!
OK. That reminds me of our time in Idaho. And, I can't believe he is back from his mission already. Our kids are growing up! So happy for you to have him back. :)
Looks interesting, but sad! :( There is NO WAY that anyone in my family could kill something to eat...we will all just starve if we ever have to live in the wilderness or Costa Rica! lol!
I love this post! Kind of reminds me of when I was on the trek and we had to cut off the chickens heads :) I don't blame you for not eating it. Glad Alex was able to have a good homecoming party!
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