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Bucket List Item #45: Roasting a Pig.

Kristie Wells — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 01:36:54 +0000

You know those projects that sound so awesome, and so simple, but then mid way through it – make you stop and think to yourself – what the hell have we gotten ourselves into?

Welcome to ours…the do it yourself 100lb pig roast.

Heuer was coming up on the big 40 and when asked what he wanted to do for his party, he said immediately he wanted to do a pig roast in our backyard. Seems my Miami boy had a hankering to get close to his childhood roots and after a quick read on the internet…it sounded like it would be an easy thing to do.

* 48 Cinder blocks. Check.
* 7 sticks of 6′ rebar. Check.
* 100 lb Pig on order. Check.
* 12ft of aluminum chainlink material. Ruh roh.

I went to Home Depot. I went to Lowe’s. I went to Discount Lumber here in San Francisco. I looked online. I looked online some more. For two weeks I spent every waking hour trying to find this mysterious aluminum chainlink material to finish the grill. I was starting to freak out. Every store has gone to galvanized steel fencing, and no one knew where I could get the aluminum. We had less than one week to go before the party and I was missing the most important piece to roast this damn pig.

A quick search on Amazon found a possible option in the Caja China/ Roasting Box/ Pig Roaster/ Cajun Microwave, but by the time I found it, it would not have gotten to us in time. Do we postpone the party? Do we cancel the order of the pig? Gah. What to do, what to do?

We have faith. That is what we do.

A random call to a random metal worker in Stockton I found online. Random metal worker says he has what I need and can ship it to me for $200 (plus the cost of the metal grate, which would be another $200), but wondered why I didn’t just call Flynn & Enslow in San Francisco. Huh? Who is Flynn & Enslow I ask. I spent a week searching local businesses. They never showed up in my search. I called around 10 different places. No one mentioned them before. Me thinks Flynn & Enslow might want to invest in some marketing to help folks like me find them…or maybe they don’t need the business. No matter. I call them. They have exactly what I need for the price I feel good about spending. They can have it ready in 24 hours. OMG. ::kristie does the happy dance::

Everything else falls into place.

We pick up the pig. Heuer brines her for 24 hours. Andy and Barce come over early on party day to help set up the grill. The sun is shining. Friends come over and lend a hand. The pig comes out. She is cooked perfectly . Our buddy Joe does a masterful job in breaking her apart so we have nice pieces to gnaw on. The funny part was we don’t even get the meat upstairs, everyone starts chewing on pieces as soon as it comes off the grill. It is awesome. It is different than anything we have ever done before. It was totally worth it.

I want to thank everyone who pitched in to make this happen, especially Andy and Barce, who came over early and really made sure this went off without a hitch. Fellas – you two are the bees knees! Seriously. You rock.

And of course, I need to thank my Heuer. His idea. His plan. His birthday the reason we even went down this pig roasting path. Thank to his great idea, I can now check off ‘roasting a pig’ on my bucket list. Thanks honey. I love you.

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Memorial Day: 2009

Kristie Wells — Mon, 25 May 2009 03:45:50 +0000

Golden Gate National Cemetery in San Bruno, CA

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It is always the simple things in life…

Kristie Wells — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 21:44:00 +0000

…that put the biggest smile on my face.

Take this hunk of meat Heuer brought home for our Valentine’s Day dinner. Awesome.

Add to that some truly lovely wine, an amazing husband and a quiet night gazing into each other’s eyes.

Really doesn’t get any better than that.

Oh, and the fact we saved about $400 by staying in doesn’t hurt either. Ha.

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Merry Christmas…to me.

Kristie Wells — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 06:38:59 +0000

I love my Heuer, and I love that he loves to spoil me.

A couple of years ago he bought me a pair of diamond stud earrings that I wore proudly until one fateful July night when I lost one of them in the Flora Grubbs garden during a party. Of course, I didn’t realize it was gone until we got home, at which time it was too late to do anything about it. I am sure it remains today, in its nesting place of a thousand grains of sand/dirt. ::sigh::

Fast forward 17 months – Heuer is away on business when a generic cardboard box is delivered at our door. My first instinct is to open it, but as it has Heuer’s name listed, I thought I would be polite and wait – so I shot him an email and asked him what it was.

I come to learn that inside the box is my Christmas present. And I was told not to look. The box taunts me, sitting unopened, for 24 more hours. Until…

…Heuer calls to let me know there are some other things he ordered that he needs returned. He needs me to log into his account and request a return receipt, however, in doing so – I will see what is in the box [for me] – but since there was no time to waste, he told me to do it and I would simply get my gift early.

I couldn’t get the tape off the box any faster if I tried. [I reenacted the moment for Heuer on Flickr so he could feel he was there]

Inside, a lovely pair of black diamond studs awaiting new lobes. I put them on immediately.

They are not as sparkly as your standard white diamond stud, but I totally dig them as they are completely different than anything I own…and special bonus…they match everything in my closet.

So thank you to my wonderful husband for my lovely gift. They seem really content attached to my body, and I with them there.

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April 1st is absolutely Fools Day

Kristie Wells — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 08:49:02 +0000

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I am officially out of the will.

Kristie Wells — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 02:53:00 +0000

You know when you make a decision, are happy with the decision, only then to have it eat you apart a couple days later for making that decision?That is me right now, realizing I have truly pissed off my parents.Well, pissed off is maybe not the right words to use. Upset, yes. Disappointed, yes. Pissed off? Well? Yeah, maybe.You see, my consort and I just got back from trips to Miami and New York, and had planned to drive to Oregon to spend the Christmas holiday with my family. It is something Chris and I have been doing since we first started dating three years ago (Miami then Oregon), and being with my family during the holidays is something I have done my entire life. In fact, I have never known a Christmas morning where I woke up anywhere but my parents house. Ever. 38 years of waking up 100 feet from mom and dad. But this year, all I wanted was to be in Tahoe with Chris for a little 1:1 love fest.So, you can imagine the conversation that took place when I called my parents two days before Christmas to let them know we were not coming.To say they were shocked is putting it mildly.Of course, to be fair….I didn’t give them much warning. Mom had already gone grocery shopping, dad had just finished prepping the bedrooms for our arrival, and they had plans set for the next three days for all of us. But I just could not put myself in the car for the six+ hour drive North. It is weird, but I just wasn’t emotionally wrapped around the trip this year. I can’t explain why, but I know there are reasons for it. Will they ever surface? Who knows. The fact of the matter is I did not wish to go to Oregon this year and telling my parents this was breaking their heart. The initial conversation with my dad was hard. As far as he was concerned – you always come home for the holidays. No matter what. And though I tried to point out this rule only seemed to apply to me (neither my baby sister or my brother were going to be there and weren’t getting any grief) – it didn’t matter to him. I was the oldest. I had always been there. I was to set the example. #%&#@*%^#*% I know my parents will eventually get over it. It is not the end of the world. There will be other years. But why do they have to pile on the guilt? Why do I feel guilty?

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