Time for a whole bunch of backyard Hawaiian style barbecues! We did this for our wedding- had a party the night before, and buried the pig with hot coals- dug it up for the reception, and had another party. The pig was delicious, and the whole thing was a blast!
I live just north of a town called Hog Mountain (GA). Local farmers in the 1800s would bring their hogs to this area for delivery to Atlanta for the market slaughterhouse. They would notch each farmers’ hogs’ ears here so that they would know who owned which hog when it to market.
My town was named Dacula because it was the only railroad crossing before the trains went into Atlanta and the market.
Decatur & Atlanta = Dacula