"And there came a voice to him: 'Rise, Peter; kill and eat.' But Peter said, 'By no means, Lord; for I have never eaten anything that is common or unclean.' And the voice came to him again a second time: 'What God has made clean, do not call common'" (Acts 10:13-15).
Our church celebrates the truth that the gospel has been extended to the gentiles. We also celebrate the freedom in Christ that extends even to dietary restrictions. In light of that freedom, we planned a pig roast.
First we dug a deep hole.
Then we lit a huge fire. (Yes, that's a leaf blower we're using to fan the flames.)
We got a small (read: 103 lb.) pig, filled it with apples, covered it in seasoning, and wrapped it in three rolls of aluminum foil.
We threw the pig on the hot coals, buried it, and let bake. 24 hours later we came back to dig it up and eat it. However, as we unwrapped the foil, we were greeted with a smell that communicated that our pig (we named it Antiochus Epiphanes) was only half-baked. Apparently, we hadn't gotten the rocks in the coals hot enough. Nowhere near safe to eat, we had to chop it up with a hatchet, wrap it in garbage bags, and throw it away. (Not a pretty procedure, nor pleasing to the nose.)
We ordered a dozen pizzas (sausage and pepperoni, in keeping with the theme), and everyone had a great time anyway. One of the highlights was an impromptu dance party in the pit as we filled it in. (We had to pack in the dirt somehow!) Yeah, I get paid for this!
