This is not a recipe; it is a story about awesomeness. Mr awesomeness, to be precise.
It was last Friday. ANZAC Day where I come from. We were up early, not for a dawn service (but believe me when I tell you that is not through lack of respect), for today I had an appointment with a pig. No, I didn’t need to visit the local constabulary, I had an appointment with an actual porcine mother effing pig. But we did spare a moment to think back to the service men and women of different colour and creed, both animal and human, who have given their lives so that we may live as we do today. Our minds also wondered of a day in the future where the wars would end, a peace would break out…
Back to Mr Awesomeness.
It was a misty morning that Friday and my brain was hazy like the fog filled gullies that surround us. It was early when we were jolted from our slumber by the notion that Mr Awesomeness may be waiting for us and we should get on our way. My head was still hazy, and quite frankly the coffee wasn’t really helping.
If I can deviate from my course for just a minute, I would like to lay blame for this hazy brained morning squarely and fairly on the lap of one AJ the Duckman. He arrived the previous afternoon with his lovely lady friend, Claire the Dentist (Claire is an actual dentist, not someone who will “re-arrange” another persons teeth for a modest fee). So AJ arrived and we drank some beer… it was a forgone conclusion really; we would rise from our slumber wishing we could fall back down and slumber some more… but we didn’t. It was off to the pig farm for us.
Matthew the Pig Farmer (everyone has a title around here,,, keeps life simple) has a free-range organic pig farm in the hills behind Byron Bay. His Berkshire pigs happily roam the hills eating, breeding, wallowing in shit and whatever else it is that pigs loves to do. Today we would be dispatching one of those pigs (Mr Awesomeness) so that we may cook it in the ground in somewhat of a hungi* and feed the many people who shall be arriving this evening with the promise of piggy goodness.
So we arrived nice and early, albeit somewhat dusty.
Mr Awesomness went to another place and soon we set about our tasks to make this food hit the table tonight. Not before I had collected a bucket of his blood though. That blood now sits comfortably in my freezer waiting for me to hold it close again… soon my friends… soon.
The pig had to be butchered, wood chopped, the fire lit, vegetables chopped, approximately 1 million banana leaves de-stemmed, lava rocks heated, a cage made, dirt dug… and hopefully somewhere during the day we would get a chance to take a shower and maybe drink some beer… well, at least drink some beer. And the only crew that were available were all either hippies or backpackers – both are basically impossible to move if it comes to working… but both really come into their own when it comes to playing a musical instrument or holding a Bob Marley tune. So I felt we shall be doing a lot of the work ourselves.
And we did.
The whole thing was borderline a medieval experience for me. Tribal. Biblical. The whole lot combined into one. It was amazing how you are looking at a living pig, saying sorry or thank you or however you deal with this sort of thing (I’ve got to admit a bit of hippy comes out in me in these times and I always say a nice thank you to the beast), and then suddenly you are taking it apart thinking how good this is going to taste. I don’t got no words for that…
By the end of the day we had;
• Butchered the pig and marinated it in fresh tumeric, coconut and chilli. The marinated meat was then packaged into banana leaf parcels and then wrapped in alfoil for extra security… I’m a white man here. Give me a break
• We wrapped some vegetables up so we need not listen to the whining of the people who didn’t want Mr Awesomeness.
• We packed the parcels into a cage lined with wet hessian sacks and more banana leaves
• We dumped glowing hot lava rocks into a pit and then put the cage on top of them. We chucked a bucket of water on the rocks to get them steaming and then cover the cage with dirt
• That stayed under ground for about 3½ hours, while we prepped salad and drank some beer and maybe had a quick nana nap
• We dug that sucker up and unpacked the packages of Mr Awesomeness, ate, drank and be merried the night away
It was a fucking awesome day, awesome experience, awesome food and totally awesome Mr Awesomeness… and I haven’t even got to the blood yet. A big thank you to Matthew the Pig Farmer. You’re a good man Matthew, a good man.
*Look it up. It’s old skool Kiwi cooking at it’s very finest
31 responses to “A hungi at Matthew’s place”
Effing amazing – All hail Mr. Awesomeness – why do I live so far away?
Great day…great people…great food…awesome! 🙂
This would’ve made your face smile for sure… I still get a little wet in the mouth when I think about it!!
Sounds like an ultra fun day. My kid would have loved it – sure beats playing on the bloody ipad. Not to mention the amazing feast to follow! Best!
Thank you very much my friend.
They certainly enjoyed the biology lesson… and the pork feast that followed!
That is a mans post if ever I’ve seen one! Crazy jealous right now, bloody hell. Oh, and on that – the blood thing freaks me out!
Blood sausage is one of my favourite things in the world. I hope we can still be friends… 🙂
Awesome indeed. Now that’s a serious meat-fest.
Yes indeed my friend! 🙂
Wow! what a feast…we had a pig farmer in our farming community who did a underground pig roast every year but our mr. awesomeness was non marinated and in much larger pieces so he was cooked overnight.
I like your version much better!
He was a very tasty piggy! And it was a damn fine day 🙂
OMG this is craziness. What a day!
Yes yes yes!
Green with envy over here. I know a few that would pay nicely to attend such a feast and experience. I am thinking a little food festival in hills that has a big oval where we could dig a big hole and have a big lunch the day before the other festival…….that’s what I am thinking 🙂 cool!
Speak to me my friend. We could do that!!
Dude! I have no words… except one. Awesome. 🙂
I don’t really have any words to properly describe the experience… Awesome is certainly a good start though 🙂
What a great fucking day. This is that shit i’m talking about…
Hell yes my friend!! I like the words you use when you’re talking about shit!
Thank you..I think?
Defo a compliment 🙂
Well shucks 😀
I ate a traditional hangi when I was in Rotorua a couple of years ago. One of the best meals I’ve had in my life… the flavour that gets into that slow cooked meat and the starchy vegetables is amazing. AMAZING. Epic, I tell you. I cannot believe that you had your own hangi at Matt’s place! Awesome is right! As for the t-shirt? Freaking grand, man. Hope that Paul liked his just as much!!
He was very happy with the tee, albeit a little tight fitting…
And the pig… don’t get me started on the pig. I still look at those pics and want that porky goodness in my mouth!
WOW! Look at that pig hanging.
It was an awesome experience to be able to be part of the process from start to finish… And the meal that followed was just off the hook!
Look at that shoulder! Mouth watering.
So very very good. I was doing the carving (it was more like the pushing knife through meat because it was so tender) so I got to taste every part of the pig!!
please tell me your making black pudding with the blood and when i can eat some!
My friend I think you know I am making black pud with that shit! Hopefully this week… will let you know…
Awesome post! I grew up in hangi central (Rotorua) where we had hangi at school and social occasions on a regular basis. But I haven’t had a hangi since I was a kid.
Every few years I yearn for one and get one on Waitangi day at a festival or market but it’s nothing like building, butching, cooking your own. What an awesome experience! Super jealous.
It was a first for me and I kinda got chucked in at the deep end, but it turned out effing awesome!! Looking at the pics still makes me drool a little…