When I was a fresh graduate student in North Carolina, one of the gentlemen professors had a “pig-picking” at his house in the country, and I went too, not knowing what that could possibly be. I guess you could say it’s an Appalachian luau, because Mr. Pig will have been roasting and marinating for a very long time, outdoors, on a spit, and it’s hard t…
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