The small town where I live has two festivals: one in September to
celebrate our past status as the one-time buggy manufacturing capital of
the country; and one in April, the BBQ & Blues Festival. So the
route I took for my walk this morning was clogged with RVs and cooking
trailers, and the air was redolent with the tang of woodsmoke and
slow-roasted pork. My Newf Yukon loves it, but then he’s a devoted
carnivore. I’m a vegetarian, so there’s not quite so much love on my
part. Poor pigs! [Though I do like the blues concert at night.]
The
festival is actually part of the competitive barbecue-cooking circuit;
who knew there was such a thing? Each team also tries to outdo each
other with clever names. Look at the juxtaposition of these two teams,
barely a hundred yards from one another.
Anarque vs Heavenly Hawgs!
The
Grim Reaper certainly did come for a lot of pigs this weekend; let’s
just hope that they’ve all earned their wings and joined this little
pink angel. :D
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