Smoked Pig!
If you're going to get a bunch of people together in Texas, you barbecue. We helped the ward plan the 18th annual pig party, and it was a pork-roasting good time. One does not simply ... fry up a 100 pound pig, nor may you claim to barbecue if you're not committed to spend at least 12 consecutive hours doing it.
Bishop Pinto smoked the butterflied 100 pound pig body for 14 hours in preparation for the feast. Brother Marhsall and Brother Duffy watched 12 hours for the 8 slabs of brisket to delishen, and brother Reid managed 8 hours smoking 20 savory chickens. We fed armies with beans and potato salad and a desert table..
I actually think only 200 people came, and we'd prepared for 350. So we fed the whole ward again after church on Sunday. We got nervous when a freak rain shower hit us while we were setting up Saturday morning. We got 4 inches that morning, on all sides of the lake, except for on bishops ranch, haha it stayed completely dry the whole time. Still, a huge number of people assumed it was canceled.
Brother Richard came out to church, the sacrament meeting theme was overcoming temptation, the gospel principles class was on the don'ts of the word of wisdom, and priesthood talked about being in the world, but not of it. Do you think someone wants that guy to stop smoking already?! Hopefully he took a few things away from the services yesterday. Elder Cunningham and I looked at each other petrified during gospel principles when one guy pipes up, "well if all of our sins smelled as bad as cigarettes no one would want to come to church." *Facepalm* Yes he smells really bad, but have a little more class please!
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