Before the Pork Came Marching In.
Moni, ChrisB, Anne, and I were at the Eyeball site while the sun was still up. This allowed us to visit the roasting station and have a sneak peek at the lechons rolling, roasting and sweating on top of coals. We were there while Mrs. Marketman and the Teen were doing finishing touches to flower arrangements. I am the least interested in floral arrangements and how they are done but these were amazing. Lotus flowers and roots were arranged in fishbowls and their colors were really intense especially against a background of a roughly finished wooden picnic table and a gray deck. Color, contrast, emphasis, balance.
The floral arrangement and the rough wooden table looked perfect together. I really love the rough wooden table. It reminds me of the old Robin Hood movies where they feasted on huge roasted legs of deer and Friar Tuck’s brewskies.
I can use this color palette and principle of balance on a graphic design project. Again obsessing on the wooden table… You can easily pull out a little splinter to pick out all the lechon bits stuck on your teeth. I did not. Seriously. I did not do it.
This was the buffet area before it bore the brunt of the collective weight of pork goodies. Imagine a parade of platters of Five-Pork Fried Rice, Chicharon fresh from the cauldron, Sisig from chopped lechon heads, a truffled lechon de leche, a chili lechon, a butter basted lechon de leche, a lechon stuffed with chickens, an amazing kinilaw na tanguigue, Zubuliempo, roasted corn, seafood paella. And there was seaweed salad and an assortment of pickles to cleanse your palate and your conscience. This was the altar where conversations were in hushed whispers among a catatonic group of zombies not knowing what do after a visual, olfactory and taste overload.
Until the next Marketmanila Lechon Eyeball.