Yesterday I was invited to the home of the delightful family that takes care of my farm in the winter when we are not here. They are originally from a very remote, mountainous part of Mexico - a place where running water and electricity is few and far between and not in people's homes for the most part. If they want to eat meat they have to raise, slaughter, and butcher it. If they want milk, they have to raise it and milk it. There are no Publix', Walmart, or StopnShop where these folks were from, and they had no refrigeration.
Now, in an American's concept of a picnic or BBQ, if they were to visualize it, might be some prepared chicken legs, a 6 foot deli sandwich, and maybe some cole slaw with hard boiled eggs... all wrapped in some food plastic wrap... and none of it prepared by the participants.
(All Photos taken with my cell phone...)
The Cook
The Business End (Notice the fancy table)
The Guest of Honor
Meanwhile the hog was boiled in its own oil over an outside wood fire and then served with tortilla's and scorching hot homemade salsa and lime juice. The Cold Beer flowed, my Spanish improved, and there was much rejoicing...
To Life!