The Smokehaus loves a good party. As long as there is a fire and a beasty to throw on it, we will be there.
Warmth and pork – with the occasional vegetable thrown in – November (and December, and January) seems built for celebrating. The abbreviation of daylight seems to hasten midnight behavior: gluttony, affection, caterwalling, wrestling, and dreaming of strawberries.
It is perhaps this season, when summer is abruptly yanked off the stage by winter’s frosty cane, that we begin to fully grasp the importance of friends, a fire, a meal, and once again utilize the mysteries of a long darkness.
Happy November, dear readers. It’s gonna be a great winter.