
The next morning, Thanksgiving Day, I unwrapped him. The liquid was still so hot I could not keep a finger in it without burning.

I lifted him out and he looked pretty much the same as when he'd gone in. But he was not.

Very carefully I cut away the skin, leaving a good layer of fat. Where the fat was much thicker, I shaved it off.

Then I scored the fat lightly with my knife, to make diamond shapes. Don't cut down to the meat or it will peel away during baking.


At each intersection of scorelines I put in a clove.

I mixed 8 tablespoons of brown sugar with two of powdered (dry) mustard...


The finished pig.
But wait!
I reduced the leftover juices in its roasting pan and spooned them over as a last glazing.

Then put it in cab with myself and drove to Manhattan, smelling like Thanksgiving.
It was eaten up.
All I can say is wow. Estorbo and I want one too!
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ReplyDeleteI MUST coerce you into making one of these luscious little piggies to share with your lesser minions (myself included). I simply cannot imagine it tastes the same unless it's wrapped in mink - and alas, I have no mink. Just imperfect blends and bunches of wool. *sigh*
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