After 7 years, the pigs in LA got suspicious. We’d been chased out by neighbors, hosed down by fireman, so what’s a pork fiend to do? Take Pig Fest on the road . . . to Orange County.
Bone saw? Check. 100+ knives? Check. Grinder? Check. Stuffers, spices, smoker, coolers? Check, check, check. We showed up with the Piggies and laid waste.
(See last year’s Pigfest here)
