Bought one of the red pigs to commemorate the year of the pig, me being a product of 1983. The craftsmanship is evident, nice rough texture, a kind of unfinished touch that I appreciate much like a pig itself. Pig’s about as long as the width of my palm.
The only reason I’m writing about this pig…
I spent some time working with a few Juniper Ridge employees earlier this week harvesting juniper in northeastern California. One of the employees was Pablo, a stoic yet hilarious dude.
The day started off with finding a lost pupper wandering around in the previous night’s snow (really wish I could attach photos!). She was going to come home with me. The town vet lived next to the property we were working on. The vet took the dog into town to their clinic where an employee recognized the dog and called her owner. Still feeling kind of sad about that. The dog was so sweet.
After dealing with a full day of alternating snow, sun, clouds, rain and wind, a healthy round of beers was indulged. Pablo opened up a little and joked about having a pet pig and after eating a horrendous dinner at a Mexican restaurant (all the food in the town of Alturas is near inedible), he said he was going to make carnitas out of his pet pig. With a healthy buzz going around, of course we all got out our phones to share pictures. Pablo really does have a pet pig. And it’s HUGE. He has this HUGE pet pig at the likely small city lot he lives on. Apparently some people that sell pigs as pets lie and say they’re exactly that, pets, but a lot of them end up the size of something which ends up at a carnicería. So maybe Pablo wasn’t joking about making carnitas out of his buddy.
Anyway, the trip was awesome, my work clothes smell like juniper and chainsaw exhaust and I have my own tea pet pig that I’ve now named Pablito. Here’s to my year!