ë°´ì¿ ë²„ì— ì˜¤ì‹ ê²ƒì„ í™˜ì˜í•©ë‹ˆë‹¤ — Let’s roast a pig
새로운 나ë¼ì— ì •ì°©í•˜ê¸° ê²ƒì€ ê²°êµì— 몇 가지 예ìƒì¹˜ 못한 단ë„ì§ìž…ì„ í¬í•¨.
ìºë‚˜ë‹¤ì—ì„œ 처ìŒìœ¼ë¡œ 겨울 ë™ì•ˆ, one of these “getting settled” mishaps involved ì„œí´ë§ ë¼ì§€, an outdoor rotisserie, and a blizzard.
ê·¸ëž˜ì„œì´ ì£¼, ë•Œ CBC ë¼ë””오 하나 in Vancouver ran a Father’s Day story contest called “바비 ì¸í˜•ì—ì„œ ì•„ë¹ ,” looking for tales of barbecue good and bad, I immediately flashed back on that ill-timed winter pork fest.
Here’s what happened:
The New Year’s Pig
ìºë¡¤ë¦° Bì— ì˜í•´. ë‚œíìž
My husband Alan had always wanted to roast a whole suckling pig.
It was our first New Year’s Eve in Vancouver. 우리는 보스톤ì—ì„œ ì´ì‚¬ë¥¼ 했었는ë°, where snow drifts burying the backyards made a midwinter barbecue an impossible dream. But here in the temperate rain forest, winters would be warm, 권리? With a group of friends coming for the holidays, Alan decided it was the perfect time to indulge his pig roast fantasy.
주 í° í–‰ì‚¬ ì „ì—, Alan began scouting out supplies. At a butcher shop on Granville Island, 그는 ë¼ì§€ë¥¼ 주문. He rented a massive outdoor rotisserie. 그는 온 마ì„ì„ ë‹¤ 뒤졌어, looking for charcoal – though the difficulty of finding it should have been a clue that Vancouverites do not routinely barbecue in December.
On the morning of December 31st, we awoke to the beginnings of a full-on blizzard.
The delivery man, who hauled the rented rotisserie out of his truck and up our snow-slicked walk, 질문, "ë‹¹ì‹ ì€ ì •ë§ì´ ì¼ì„ ì§„ì •ìœ¼ë¡œ ì›í•˜ëŠ” ê±´ê°€?"우리 ì•„ì´ë“¤ì€ ì•„ë²„ì§€ì— ëˆˆì„ êµ´ë ¤, who had clearly lost his mind.
Alan started marinating the pig, ì–´ëŠ ì´ì œ ìš°ë¦¬ì˜ ì‹íƒì— 나가 splayedë˜ì—ˆë‹¤. By late afternoon, when the time came to fire up the backyard barbecue, several inches of snow had accumulated. And it was still coming down.
Yet Alan wasn’t going to let a few snowflakes put a damper on his pork extravaganza. 그는 ê·¸ì˜ ë¶€ì¸ ì™€ íŒŒì¹´ì— ê°€ì ¸ì˜¨, grabbed a cold beer in his ski-gloved hand, 와 ìž‘ë™í•˜ë„ë¡ ì„¤ì •, feeding the fire and basting the slowly spinning pig. It was a laborious process, ëˆˆì´ ì„íƒ„ì„ ë„£ì–´ ë³´ê´€ ì´í›„. ê²°êµ, he moved the grill under the eaves of the house to shelter it from the storm.
That’s when our neighbour came pounding on our front door, 집 ë§ˆë‹¹ì— 'ê³ í•¨! There’s a fire!"
“Um, 우리가 아는, ê°ì‚¬,†I replied. “It’s just my husband. He’s barbecuing.â€
It was nearly midnight when we finally sat down to eat. Alan’s fingers were white with cold. But that barbecued suckling pig, marinated with snow and with optimism for our new Vancouver life, 였다 맛있다.
The prize for the winning story? A copy of the cookbook ë°”ë² í 비밀 ë””ëŸìŠ¤, a bottle of ìžì—° 챔피언스 ë°”ë² í 소스, and a personal visit with Canadian barbecue guru Rockin’ Ronnie Shewchuk.
And I won!
Happy Father’s Day!
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