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欢迎来到温哥华 — Let’s roast a pig

提交 六月 20, 2009 – 2:00 下午3 评论

New Year's pig获得一个新的国家定居总是涉及到一些意想不到的波折.

在我们在加拿大的第一个冬天, one of thesegetting settledmishaps involved a suckling pig, an outdoor rotisserie, and a blizzard.

So this week, when 加拿大广播公司电台第一 in Vancouver ran a Father’s Day story contest calledDad at the Barbie,” looking for tales of barbecue good and bad, I immediately flashed back on that ill-timed winter pork fest.

Here’s what happened:

The New Year’s Pig

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My husband Alan had always wanted to roast a whole suckling pig.

It was our first New Year’s Eve in Vancouver. 我们刚刚从波士顿搬到, where snow drifts burying the backyards made a midwinter barbecue an impossible dream. But here in the temperate rain forest, winters would be warm, 右? With a group of friends coming for the holidays, Alan decided it was the perfect time to indulge his pig roast fantasy.

几个星期前的大事件, Alan began scouting out supplies. At a butcher shop on Granville Island, 他下令猪. He rented a massive outdoor rotisserie. 他开车全城, looking for charcoal – though the difficulty of finding it should have been a clue that Vancouverites do not routinely barbecue in December.

On the morning of December 31st, we awoke to the beginnings of a full-on blizzard.

The delivery man, who hauled the rented rotisserie out of his truck and up our snow-slicked walk, 问, “你确定你真的希望这件事情?“我们的孩子在他们的父亲推出自己的眼睛, who had clearly lost his mind.

Alan started marinating the pig, 这是现在张开了我们的餐桌上. By late afternoon, when the time came to fire up the backyard barbecue, several inches of snow had accumulated. And it was still coming down.

Yet Alan wasn’t going to let a few snowflakes put a damper on his pork extravaganza. 他把他的靴子和皮大衣, 握着滑雪手套的手抓住了冰镇啤酒, 并设置为工作, feeding the fire and basting the slowly spinning pig. It was a laborious process, 自雪的煤. 终于, he moved the grill under the eaves of the house to shelter it from the storm.

That’s when our neighbour came pounding on our front door, 在你的院子里大喊“! There’s a fire!“

“Um, 我们知道, 谢谢,“ 我回答. “It’s just my husband. He’s barbecuing.”

It was nearly midnight when we finally sat down to eat. Alan’s fingers were white with cold. But that barbecued suckling pig, marinated with snow and with optimism for our new Vancouver life, 是美味.

The prize for the winning story? A copy of the cookbook 烧烤的秘密豪华, a bottle of 自然冠军烤肉酱, and a personal visit with Canadian barbecue guru RockinRonnie Shewchuk.

And I won!

Happy Father’s Day!

图片©艾伦伟业

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