They started roasting at 11:30 pm the night before the party.
They built the grill out of cinder blocks.
140 pounds of charcoal!
16 hours of cooking meant getting up every 3 hours during the night to turn it over on the grate.
Is that beautiful or what?
And then he had to pull it, all 200 lbs of it. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to look at, smell, eat, or think about pork until next year’s roast.