Look at this photo. What do you see? Those are the eyes of a Peruvian boy. If I had to guess I’d say he was around 10 years old. His cheeks are red from the merciless sun and wind of the high Andes. You can’t see it in this cropped photo but he’s wearing a purple sweater with a dirty blue shirt underneath it. His pants show signs of repair and mismatched threads stick out here and there. The photo doesn’t show you his worn rubber sandals that instantly mark him as a “campesino.” It doesn’t show you his rough hands and it doesn’t show you the blade he’s holding in them. Continue reading
Of the billions of hours of video on YouTube, these six minutes of pontification on language by Stephen Fry are some of my favorite. This video is something of a capstone in a very important personal journey. A journey that began with a frustrated hatred of writing and ended with something altogether different. Before I go on, you really should watch the video. I’ll wait.
My less than sparkling history with writing begins in third grade where I learned I was an awful writer. Now you might say, comparatively, most third graders are awful writers, but even among my peers I was a special kind of awful. So special I was carted off to a special education class where I drew letters in a special pile of colored sand for what special purpose, other than keeping my normal teacher from reading another of my especially appalling sentences, I do not know. What I did know was that I was a bad writer. And that notion stuck with me through college. Continue reading
September 20th, 2012. That’s the last time I posted on this blog. I was still in Chile but I was coming home to make a big move and start a brand new stage in life. In the five months that followed my life changed — a lot. Continue reading
In the past, I have hinted that there were some big changes for me on the horizon — now I can share them with you. After almost six months of living out my dreams in South America I’m returning to the United States and beginning the next chapter of my life. On October 1st, I join the dedicated team at Vittana as their community manager. Continue reading
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Well, we’re doing it. Attempting to roast a whole hog. Follow the live blog here and check out the full story in the Santa Ynez Valley Journal on Thursday, Oct. 13. Photos by Ben Ayers, Luke Gebauer, and Isaiah Brookshire.
That’s all folks!
3:09 p.m. — My pig is now chopped up. Cooking a little more just to be safe.
2:29 p.m. — This thing is done. Time to grab the hacksaw.
1:55 p.m. — Second Flip: Underside is pretty crispy but the meat is fall-apart tender. This is going to be so good.
1:12 p.m. — Just pulled off all the burnt skin to inspect the damage. Glad to report that I found nice cooked meat that was starting to shred itself!
12:37 p.m. — My mom just asked me, “would you ever do this again?” Hmmm… good question. If I did, I would do a couple things differently. First off, I would get a lid for my grill.
12:00 p.m. — Did my first temperature check. Ham: 118° Shoulder: 120°.
11:50 a.m. — Both fires are back.
11:41 a.m. — I’ve been running a two fire system. One for the shoulder, one for the ham. My shoulder fire went out, trying to build it back.
11:30 a.m. — Eight hours into a 13 hour pig roast, looking good… except for the whole skin issue.
11:00 a.m. — Rib bones are starting to peel away from the meat. Looking mighty tender.
10:21 a.m. — Had my first taste of the shoulder. Mmmm lawdy, ‘das good.
9:25 a.m. — Pro tip. A 13hr pig roast requires a big book.
9:07 a.m. — At least one of us isn’t worried.
8:35 a.m. — Tasted a piece of the burnt skin… bad decision. Found a slightly less charred piece, it tasted pretty good.
8:00 a.m. — First Flip: Got a chance to fully inspect the damage. It’s not good, maybe 75 percent of the skin is burnt black. The meat underneath it looks okay. This isn’t going to be as pretty as I had hoped but I think we can still pull off a tasty pig. Low and slow, low and slow.
7:00 a.m. — Disaster Strikes: I knew this wasn’t going to be easy but things have gone bad earlier than I expected. When we were building the fire it was dark and we couldn’t see. Most of the skin got charred black by the flames. I think we’ve lost about 60 percent skin. Bummer.
6:00 a.m. — Worried that skin is looking too dark already.
4:00 a.m. — Pig is on the fire.
3:50 a.m. — Applying dry rub by hand.
3:45 a.m. — Starting the fire, wood is wet. Feeling like I’m already behind schedule.
3:30 a.m. — I’m up, trying to gather the crew.