Last Saturday we (meaning me, sister, and Matt) spent the day at one of Matt's buddies house enjoying a hog roast, Mexican style. Matt got up at the ass crack of dawn to join his friends to kill and disassemble the pig. Sister and I, on the other hand, being less than enthused about seeing our food still in the form of a living breathing animal, slept in and made our way out to the roast around noon-ish. By the time we got there, there were several cook fires going, one of which was roasting some delicious ribs, another a pot of red chili, and the third a big vat of fat and meat. Think bacon, but all in chunks rather than thin slices.