A Sunshine Coast Getaway and Pig on a Spit

Trespassers Will Be Composted

Trespassers Will Be Composted

I don't know how you spent your weekend. Maybe you watched your kids' soccer camp or lounge by a pool until you couldn't take the heat any longer and jumped in. Both of those would be considered reasonable things to do. I went to an island and roasted a pig; it took 'going native' to a whole new level.

This wasn't a first-time event. In fact, pigs and lambs have been gracing this spit for quite a few years now. But it's not a small undertaking and required the occasion of my little brother's birthday to merit getting it organized and then following through under the Saharan sun. Beer may have been involved. Jury's out on whether it helped out hindered.

A lot of time and planning went into the whole ordeal: order the pig; go on a boating adventure to pick it up; stock up on charcoal and haul it onto the island; spend a couple of days making BBQ sauce; dig out a pit and make the surrounding area fire-safe; make the world's largest bowl of coleslaw. But when it came down to it on the day, it's like the pig had a plan: everything fell into place with the seamless ease of professionals (which we are not).

Suckling pig freshly delivered onto the island and ready to be stuffed.

Suckling pig freshly delivered onto the island and ready to be stuffed.

Keeping in mind that the whole time this was happening there was a gaggle of drunken 20-somethings watching and making (unhelpful) comments, it went a little something like this...

Carrying the pig to its final resting spot: the spit

Carrying the pig to its final resting spot: the spit

A perfectly cooked pig head over coals

A perfectly cooked pig head over coals

Thanks to Jeannie for our token scurvy-fighting vegetables which came in the form of this amazing roasted veggie salad

Thanks to Jeannie for our token scurvy-fighting vegetables which came in the form of this amazing roasted veggie salad