One of our favorite things to eat in Nashville was homemade Spicy Italian bulk sausage. We would buy ~15 lbs of pork shoulder and grind it into the most delicious sausage! The moment we got in country, Bryan started trying to figure out where he could purchase some pork. Sadly, the nearest supermarket (130 miles round trip) does not carry pork because most of the people who live in the city are either Eastern Orthodox or Muslim, thus classified as Non-Pork Eaters. Bryan has been salivating every time we see a warthog on the compound. However, since he does not have a crossbow and he can’t throw a spear very well – the likelihood of him getting warthog for dinner seemed bleak. One night we were walking from our house back to main camp, when we saw a group of guards hovering over something on the porch of the meeting hall. As we got closer we saw streaks of blood on the tile…then we laid eyes on the most beautiful and nasty looking animal. Lying on the porch was a dead warthog. Apparently one of the nearby farmers had speared the warthog and it had wandered onto our compound and died in front of one of the camper cabins. Warthogs are UGLY they are huge, hairy, and all together not so pretty. But as the guards continued to butcher the warthog my opinion began to change. The meat looked so incredibly juicy and tasty. All we could think about was warthog sausage, steaks, and ribs. We sing praises to the Lord for what he has made clean! Without Peter’s vision in Acts 10, we would be missing out on some great meat!
PS – the sausage is AMAZING!!!! :)
PS – the sausage is AMAZING!!!! :)
