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Pig Roast, Country Style
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Pig Roast, Country Style |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Pig Roast, Country Style He had signed on for a week’s work, the rancher needing one more pair of hands to finish up the barn – a hired hand for just food and board, with a bunkhouse keeping dry some drifters’ dreams. Konrad wondered why the rancher’s wife kept coming to the back door of her house during the first part of the week, just to watch, with expectant eyes eyeing all the men in their stoop, stand, hammer motions, until Wednesday morning, when she came out, spoke quietly to her husband, turning from his face to the hired men, back to him, then smiling when he nodded, for she grinned, eagerly, and it seemed the sun broke out from her smile, that cool October morn… Konrad warmed under that smile, not having any idea why he should, just that it looked so agreeable in her husband’s eyes, that smile, a kind of lingering good hope that would result in everyone having one quality day, all because of a happy woman… the rancher sauntered over saying to the hired hands, “if you can all stay on till the weekend, we’d like to have you join us, a few neighbors will be over, annual pig roast, you know.” Without waiting for an answer, just accepting gaunt smiles and hungry bellies reason enough for wanting to accept, he ambled on to his own chores. Konrad watched, as the weathered faces of the other two hired hands seemed eager for Saturday night, perhaps they had been through this way before, possibly their stomachs knew what to expect. On Friday, the rancher commented, “no more real work to be done, boys, y’all did a fine job,” so when Saturday came, soon enough, the barn was ready, but Konrad wanted to pitch in, although the pig’s roast was family routine, etched in decades of tradition, so after some morning help of setting up tables, chairs, large chests for ice, and hauling wood for the pit, he hung back to watch… and the air smelled October good, snappish, like plucked apples just before being crisped brown and bettied, Konrad took up the curved plastic seat and settled into comfort during late afternoon, he sat back, watching the fall blue highway, as horsetails crossed the sky, tails in full plume of gallop, remembering his rides in life, his eagerness to get out of the chute of home, away from Iambe’s truthful eyes, but missing Dillon’s cooking, and not grieving the loss of Jake’s taunts. Dusk came quietly, pinkly on the eastern horizon, blazing gold on the western slopes, a wake-up to get ready for sleep type feel in the air, and the neighbors began to stream in, bringing covered dishes of Midwest heritage, all smelling of ancient recipes… and Konrad remembering which dishes the rancher’s wife brought to the table. Konrad held back, noting a few Jake-types among the men, not seeing any Iambes in their women, but very aware that the air was reminiscent of Dillon’s perfumed kitchen from the rancher’s wife’s offerings, and as the line of eager eaters wound short, he surveyed the groaning tables laden with love, and sampled all of the hands’ gatherings, doubled up on her portions, which led to the hitching loose his belt buckle, one notch…two notches… and his dessert was one more helping of pig and her red potato salad, a handshake with the rancher, a nod to the wife, and a walk to the highway, replete of the week, jotting in his mind’s eye his observations of her face, for the stories yet to come. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (10-06-2002 09:34 AM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
A grande write Karilea, but you made me hungry for a good ole fashioned pig roast. There will be many coming up soon, the fall always brings with it such wonderful event. Hugs. If I have touched one heart through my words, then I have acheived my dream... |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I'm truly absorbed into the brisk autumn essence of this work, Karilea - I can feel the ambience of your scenaria through the eys of your characters... It's wonderful... and leaves me to await another excerpt..  |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
Interesting. The premier is complete. When does the series begin? Thanks, Melton |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Gee Karilea..a series here? Please?? This... "and the air smelled October good, snappish, like plucked apples just before being crisped brown" and then... "he sat back, watching the fall blue highway, as horsetails crossed the sky, tails in full plume of gallop, remembering his rides in life," Oooh just so much for my mind's eye to gather in... wonderful..THIS is wonderful...as are you sweet poetess. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
"Morning, Karilea. I, too, am finding myself waiting in expectancy to see what is going to happen with your wonderful characters. I know I've said it before, but Karilea your talent is so great !! I love to read your work. You paint such a pretty picture. I could almost taste the food you described. My Mom's family reunion is coming up on the third week-end of this month and this made me hungry for all the delicious variety of food that everyone brings to it!! Umm-m-m!! Thanks, again, for sharing your wonderful work and thoughts with us!! Love to all, Ethel [This message has been edited by garysgirl (10-06-2002 11:42 AM).] |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
A great slice of American apple pie.Reminds me of the writings of John Steinbeck.Great tale of rural life.I was brought up on a farm.This poem brings back fond menorys. paladin |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
COUCHON D'LAIT-- chuckling now...for Mysteria (who likes recipes?) ONE Dead Pig One Big Hole Fire Cook Drink until ANYTHING is delicious and? a lot of "Joie de vivre" then? " Laissez le Bon Temps Rouler" and? http://www.intairvacances.com/pdf_selection2002/circuits/circuitlouis_F.pdf  OH. WAIT.http://www.cookincajunrecipes.com/fuel.html sigh...and now I missed Konrad too, eh? NOT ONLY did I plant water-loving sugar cane in dry west TEXAS? But I completely forgot a family member! jeez...sometimes I'm exactly like my mother! rofl...sigh...maybe I'll quit making people up and write about them---wicked grin--the pen is excellent revenge!  sigh. How many of these ARE there Kari? (can't keep up with you, yanno. shaking my head) [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-06-2002 11:57 AM).] |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Karilea - I am captivated by this story. Wonderful writing...just wonderful. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
OH...and please see that Nan gets this? as o matta o fak cher, I tink you like it too!  http://members.tripod.com/adm/popunder/tripod_popunder.html?member_name=nanbug&path=cajdic.html&client_ip=152.163.188.227&ts=1033919937&ad_type=EMBED&category=home&search_string=co [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (10-06-2002 12:04 PM).] |
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sigheyes Member
since 2001-04-25
Posts 323the winds of destiny |
This is excellent writing Sunshine! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea Wonderful new involvement in this character and how he looks at things. Maybe while I'm gone I'll write some more of Dillon. See ya in a week...Aloha! |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
A story well told...Sunshine...and based on the earlier replies...a series in the making...I await the next chapter.... ...believe what your heart feels..... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
ahhhh the imagery ... the sights ... the smells...you created the whole scene for us as you create a new muse. Im on to the next one...waay cool |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
A fine tale, indeed! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/poems/frost10.html You blow my mind, Karilea..... and Sen, now I'm all hungry and bothered!  to both of you!Man Without Hat |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"Dusk came quietly, pinkly on the eastern horizon, blazing gold on the western slopes, a wake-up to get ready for sleep type feel in the air, and the neighbors began to stream in, bringing covered dishes of Midwest heritage, all smelling of ancient recipes… and Konrad remembering which dishes the rancher’s wife brought to the table."  (smiles) BRAVO!!! Oh Karilea, I could smell the apple alderwood and the cinnamon smoke and everything reading this, this is awesome, this reminds me so very much of this weekend when I had fried chicken and cajun wings and fried potatoes and pecan pie with my grandparents families! (big hugggsssss) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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