That is the PIG CALL that razorback fans here in Arkansas do at the games, but for me it is the call for the roasted whole pig that I was fortunate enough to have several times in my life.
Yesterday, we went to an authentic pig roast (this baby was a BIG ONE!) How big was it you ask? Well, the professional cutter was trimming and slicing it for over three hours! I got on line in time to get a few succulent pieces of the tenderloin section....MMMmmmm Good. About half the pig was still on the table and I could not resist snapping off a piece of the crisped skin...we called them cracklins' Missouri...oh man was that good! Then the guy who was slicing handed me a chunk about the size of my hand. Lordy, lordy I know I hurt myself eating it but it was all worth it.
Here is what it looked like early on in the slicing process