The Pig..

 It looks as though K has closed the deal on the suckling pig. We were humming and haa-ing about spit roasting a whole pig for our summer visitors . We need to show them a genuine Greek feast but the smallest pig he could find was around 16 kilos. That would mean quite a few kilos of leftover pork even if everyone took home doggy bags. I can't imagine they'll want to take cold fatty pork back to their hotel rooms to eat for breakfast.  Good coffee and a hot cheese pie whilst sitting  on a balcony overlooking the Aegean sea will be more acceptable the morning after.

The pig will be slaughtered a few days before they all arrive and Ks friend will keep it in his big fridge. He's assured us this one won't be more than 12 kilos, head, trotters and all.

Now another problem has popped up. They arrive at the beginning of June and the fire ban will be in full swing. Smoke from our BBQ will attract the fire department and we will have a fire engine, siren shrieking, tearing down our cul de sac.

K will now have to negotiate with the fire department. We might need a 16 kilo pig after all so we can have a fire engine on stand-by outside the house and feed the crew.

Or we will get it roasted, in the oven, not on the spit, at the rustic taverna up the road. 

Negotiations continue......

The man who sells the pig also roasts pigs. We could get it delivered ready cooked.

Or, our fire fighter friend says we can bbq as long we have a hose and a fire extinguisher nearby.

At the moment K is deep in Easter lamb deliberations. Will we have traditional kokoretsi (innards covered with intestines) spit roasted alongside the lamb.  And what about those in the family that don't eat lamb or offal? Some prefer goat, others would appreciate a bit of chicken. Every year it's the same and every year it turns into a greek drama. 

Serious business .  The big day is this Sunday . Then he can get back to the pig.