Pig out

On Sunday, my parents brought an entire roast pig to Wendy's family's house! Even gutted and flattened it was huge, more than three feet long. The eyes must have popped out and whatever sauce was used dripped from the nose like snot. Perhaps in an effort to make it more appetizing, a single red flower was placed on one ear.

By the time guests arrived, Wendy's dad cleaved it up into manageable sized squares. Not suprisingly, the ones with a layer of chicarron went first. Leftovers? My parents were given the head and ass on the way out. I have no idea what they are going to do with them. Make jook?

Of course the irony is that neither Wendy nor I even eat pork, but the whole day was really festive and celebratory anyway, with tons of relatives, friends, and food. I must have had four dan tats--the full-sized ones, not those mini egg custards served at dim sum.