Golden brown, crispy skin that melts in your mouth--
is how we like our pigs to taste after it is cooked slowly over an open pit.
The roasted pig is part of my culture--
A staple of birthdays, baptisms, reunions...if you nonchalantly divulge the fact that Lechon will be served, you are guaranteed a 100% attendance.
My friend Karla Maquiling emailed this story to me:
A filipino man from the Village of Wheeling, Illinois is fighting for his right to roast pigs.
Apparently the pigs, er I mean the cops from Wheeling have decided that regardless of appetite size or pig size, he is only allowed to roast one pig.
I wonder if the amount of Turkeys roasted per family during Thanksgiving will ever be regulated?
(eyebrows raised)
Speaking of pigs...I have been eating like one lately.
For dinner last night I had strawberries and an entire container of Edy's Nestle Crunch flavored dibs ice cream.
For lunch I had strawberries and a box of Hostess powdered donettes.
For breakfast I had strawberries and Oreos.
The entire day was punctuated with Pringles Select Parmesan Garlic Chips.
No, this is not a paid post.
It has made me do a 15 minute mile on the treadmill + it is helping me in my war against PMDD. (Exhausted, I quit after 15 minutes--I thought I was going to have a heart attack)
So let me ask you this, what is better:
Running 1 mile in 20 minutes or running for 15 minutes a distance of 1 mile?