Mike and Tim (you know, that guy who was born 13 minutes after Mike and kinda looks like him) are 36 today. Over the weekend we celebrated their 72 combined years by feasting on a whole suckling pig. (Warning, this blog post is for serious foodies. If you’re squeamish, you may find some of the photos a bit graphic. I don’t think they’re too bad, though. I mean, I sat at the table and ATE the thing while looking at it. But I’m just saying, if you’re kind of wimpy… maybe check back in tomorrow instead.)

Part epicurean adventure, part gastronomic game of double dare, the six-course pig feast was a unique experience to say the least. We chowed down on some of the freshest pulled pork we’d ever had.

We also journeyed into the intrepid territory of offal… sampling ears, tongue, brains, cheeks, and even eyeballs. Don’t worry, there’s not an eyeball photo, but here’s a brain photo. And while you’re at it, check out those gnarly teeth.

The pig arrived at the table accompanied by special tools. You know you’re about to have an interesting meal when the restaurant supplies you with forceps. (Special thanks to my hand model, Jenny.)

Happy Birthday to my sweet husband. You are my favorite person, and I am so happy to be your partner, your wife, and your friend. It brings me so much joy to celebrate you on this day and every day. (And, Tim, you’re not so bad either. ;))

xoxo,