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To: Rambi who wrote (52861)	7/2/2000 12:45:39 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

L'Oreal Feria Bronzed Brown this time, and I think it's a keeper. I bought a red bandanna to tie over my hair to keep it from falling into the food or getting greasy. My usual bandanna looks exactly like the ones the Kamakaze pilots tied on before they flew off to attack our ships - if I fold it right and tie it right, I've got the rising sun right in the middle of my forehead. I used to wear it when I was working out. But I don't think it's the proper choice for tomorrow. The flyer JK gave me mentions that hats and T-shirts with the family crest will be on sale.

To: Rambi who wrote (52861)	7/2/2000 12:39:06 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 71178

You never know - the pig could be wearing frilly underthings. As we've all so recently learned (from lileks.com) - "sometimes meat likes to feel pretty". Maybe something from the Venison's Secret catalog?

To: Rambi who wrote (52861)	7/2/2000 6:12:35 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Never wear a white T-shirt to help with a pig roast. I knew better than that, I did. But I was up late so when 7 a.m. rolled around, I convinced myself that I wasn't needed, and slept until 10:00. And then I told myself, well, since I won't be needed, I can wear the white T-shirt, leave the black one home, and forget the bandanna. This was not intelligent. I didn't have to help cook the pig, but since I didn't help cook the pig, I had to cut it up. The good news is that the affair was held at a huge church, with a big industrial type kitchen, and a big steel island in the middle, and a nice, strong industrial type air conditioner. The bad news is that with the boiled corn and the baked beans and the baked macaroni and all, the kitchen was very hot. I got very sweaty, and greasy. My hair hung on my head as if I had been in the rain. The sweat from my hair had tinges of red dye in it, even thought I washed it really well last night, and dripped onto my shoulders and back and chest. My bra was very visible through the wet T-shirt, thank the Lord I wore my most opaque bra through a stroke of good fortune. And I had grease all over me. I didn't eat any of the meat, and I don't want to. When I started cutting up the meat, it smelled good, and I wanted some, but by the time I was done, I didn't want to eat anything at all, maybe nothing at all for the rest of the day. I did have three very cold beers. I also had some fun chatting with other people who helped in the kitchen, funny how some do, but most don't. I am one of the kitchen type, that's the way I was raised, that's the way I am, and I have the most fun with other people who like to pitch in and help. The pig was cooked in a special box, about 5 by 7 feet, specially made in rectangular panels that bolt together so it can be taken apart and carried in the back of a truck or the trunk of a big car. It has metal panels for a lid, and a grate that hold the pig up over the coals and can be turned so that it cooks on both sides. This holds the heat in, so the pig cooks faster than in one of those cinderblock affairs that are usually used. They basted it with a concoction of bourbon, sherry, olive oil, blackstrap molasses, garlic powder, black and red pepper, and poultry seasoning (coriander and sage), which they mixed up in spaghetti pots and poured over the meat using big plastic cups. They also cracked open beers and poured that over the meat. They also have an enormous propane grill, maybe 4 by 5 feet, on which they cooked three steamboat rounds of beef and a whole ham. There was food for maybe 150 people but only about 100 showed up. It was something.