This weekend, eight of us jumped in two cars from Paris to spend the weekend in a country house in Burgundy. Friday was a national holiday here (Aug 15, the Assumption of Mary), as Catholicism is still the dominant religion in France when it comes to getting days off from work. So to set the scene a bit, the house we stayed in has been in the family of one of my colleagues at work for over 30 years, and is in a village that boasts about 250 people between 4 different communes. There is no local bakery, grocery, butcher, or cheese shop; those are conveniences for bigger towns. And the star of our weekend was none other than this gorgeous lady right here. Meet Peggy (the Piggy): Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we spent all of Friday in the French countryside spit-roasting a hog in the backyard with about twenty locals. I can honestly say that I would not have expected this type of experience so soon (ever?) after arriving in France. I am not even a huge meat-eater, and this was some savage business. I snapped some photos of the process from start to finish. But be warned, these are not for the feint-hearted... Although Peggy dominated our weekend adventure from Friday's feast to lunch and dinner the rest of the weekend, we also got to enjoy some amazing scenery... ... good times hanging in the garden and cooking dinner on Saturday night (repurposing Peggy, of course)... ... and taking the opportunity to do some local wine tasting in Beaune in the cellars of the Patriarche cave.
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