Onward Hoe!

So my roommate, Brooke, goes to this big ol' Baptist church where they have traditional gatherings such as bake-offs and barbeques. Last week, they had both together. The bake-off was a dessert contest with three categories: taste, backyard bbq theme and presentation. Despite our emerging kitchen prowess, we decided that we'd rather go for creativity than taste, so we started dreaming.

Two years ago, Brooke won the presentation contest with her Rice Krispie Treat pig-in-a-bathtub. Basically what happened was that she intended to make a pig out of RKT's but ran out, so she just made the top half and then made it look like he was in the bathtub to cover up the fact that he didn't have a lower half. This worked for her. For everyone, in fact, and she won the $25 gift certificate to Winston's Grille, a local steakhouse.

We knew we had to top the bathing piggy, but we didn't know how, so we just started tossing out "what ifs" until we hit upon the most hilarious (though slightly disturbing) thought we could imagine molding with food. The idea was simple really. This was a barbeque. Where does barbeque come from?

We made a slaughterhouse.

Actually, it was much more elaborate than that. It was a scene depicting a conga line of happy pigs entering what they were duped into believing was a party for them, when in fact it was the Jimmy Dean processing plant. It was glorious. I only wish we'd had time to make little pork chops and bacon trudging sadly out the back to board the trucks that would take them to the Harris Teeter.