Pig Roast

Yesterday, Naomi and I went to a really awesome pig roast.  It was held at our brother-in-law's friend's house on the side of a mountain.  It was quite chilly, but a whole mob of people were outside, children were sledding, dogs were chasing, and the smell of the spit was awesome. 

The family had chickens, a couple goats, and some sheep.  The lamb that we ate at Christmas came from them, and strangely enough, the woman played our state fair-themed Jack and Jill party almost two years ago. 

Their house was GORGEOUS, and looked out over a small valley, and across at the face of an adjacent mountain.  The road below was not in view.  It was a great change of pace from our current place, where you can't forget the traffic even for a minute. 

The pork was delicious. Naomi even ate some despite her reservations about eating pigs.  I must have eaten a piece of pig skin the size of my paper plate.  It was the first time I've had pork in recent years and enjoyed it.  It was a great time, even if I briefly felt anxious about not knowing anyone there.  The hosts couldn't have been more welcoming.  The guy built the house himself.  The house, along with the land surrounding it was basically everything I've ever dreampt of wanting in a house for as long as I can remember.  The main floor was really open, and there wasn't a TV anywhere to be found.  There was a beautiful porch coming off the front of the house that lent itself to a nice view of the opposing mountain. Naomi's sister and brother-in-law seem pretty friendly with them, so hopefully we'll run into them again sometime.


Today I went to Comstock Ferre to get some seeds (now that our seed list is sorted out! thanks Naomi!).  Seems that Naomi went a little buckwild with the lettuce choices.  The most exciting part was that after all these years of going there, the guy called me by name.  That's something I'm used to at the bank, post office, and other places around town, but it was a first for the seed store!