This post was one in a series. The other parts are available here: Part I, Part II, Part IV, Part V, and Part VI.
This is the part of a pig roast that is most ripe for sexual puns. But I will take great pains to avoid them. That’s probably a lie, but it felt right to say.

I chose to go a French countryside kinda route with my stuffing recipe (instead of perhaps a Cuban version, which might have included oranges and cilantro or something). I removed the pig from the brine, and let it drip dry a little.

I quartered 5 lemons (3 of which I had zested for the brine); meant to halve a couple heads of garlic (but I forgot); took a couple large bunches of thyme, and a solid amount of sage, and stuck that all in the cavity of the pig (I also meant to add lavender, but couldn’t find any and was super busy). Don’t be afraid to really get in there.

Be sure to block any muppet-like mongrels, as they will be happy to eat your pig raw.

Problem solved!

I added a loaf of french bread last, which helped to hold in the rest of the ingredients.

The plan was to heat up the lemons, which would turn their juices into delicious steam which would pick up the flavor of the other ingredients and permeate the meat, imparting all the ingredients’ flavors throughout.
At this point I also retied the pig. The butcher tied it pretty well, but he gave me some extra string to make sure everything held together tightly. I pulled the string around wherever I thought we needed it, had my friend hold the overhand knot with his finger, and finished tying the square knots to finish off the trussing.
Next, we had to mount the sucker. I wasn’t too involved with this part of the process. The key is to get the pig balanced, which is really tricky, since a pig is not meant to be balanced by a pole stuck through its butt and out its mouth. Nothing is meant to be balanced that way.
Our first try forced the pig’s head into an awkward position, but made for a good picture.

We respat (?) it, in part using a hatchet to hammer the spit forks into some bone so they would grip the pig well enough to spin it.

On the second attempt the head looked more comfortable, and the pig seemed better balanced.
However, once we actually started turning the spit, the motor would struggle to turn it at points, and the pig would accelerate too much at other points in its spin cycle. Also, the spit we bought was bowing slightly, putting further strain on the motor.

The spit we bought, which was run on only a D battery, was simply not powerful enough to turn the pig. We needed a plug in spit. Next time, we’d get something heavy duty and serious, like this, or this. Our dinky $50 version just wouldn’t cut it for 20 pounds of meat.
Then we hit a double snagzaster. Though the spit ran for about half an hour, we needed it to run for about 6-8 hours total. At the same time that the motor was about to give out, some genius decided to baste the pig with way too much bacon fat. Alright, it was me. The excess bacon fat caused a flare up, which burned the butcher’s twine, which released half the stuffing into the fire below.
Also, the motor stopped working completely. We took the pig off the spit and decided to regroup. We were not going to let this relatively large snagzaster deter us from roasting this pig outdoors on a spit over a fire!
Well, at least my friends weren’t. I wanted to just put it in the oven, but the rest of the men disagreed. So we had to find a solution.
Up next, perseverance…