Suckling Pig
This isn’t a meal. It’s a spectacle. An adventure. A voyage across the twin seas of exhilaration and extravagance, skirting the rocky coasts of shock and horror and washing up on the shores of epicurean ecstasy. It’s also pretty easy.
Of course, there are moral issues to deal with: should you eat an animal that’s still a baby? How will your guests feel about you bringing an entire uncloven-hoofed ruminant to the table, nose, ears, tail and all? Tempting though it is, I won’t argue the toss: you’re on your own. All I will say is that if you decide to cast your inhibitions aside and reach for the culinary skies, this recipe will catch your outstretched hands and carry you off to glory. When I cooked this for my friends, we had the most wonderful, raucous, enlightening Sunday lunch I’ve ever experienced, and I’m sure that it was all down to that delicious, cheeky little pig and its heavenly crackling. Interestingly, we had lots of small children eating with us, and they were delighted rather than appalled at the sight of the entire animal.
This is pretty basic as long as you’ve done your groundwork. The following recipe looks like a long list of tasks, but that’s because I want to give you as much info as possible to make sure you’re confident. So plan your meal a week ahead and follow these directions:
In advance
First, measure your oven. If it’s a 90-cm range oven, you’ll be able to fit a 9-kg pig in without too much bother. If it’s a single 60-cm oven, you’ll need your pig cut in half (by the supplier). In this case, reduce cooking time by
a third and put it back together at the table.
Next, find your suckling pig. You can make this hard for yourself and convince your butcher to order one, but I wouldn’t even bother – much better to call Pugh’s Piglets. Pugh’s are incredibly helpful and chatty, giving you recipe tips, advice on how large a piglet you’ll need for your number of guests, and generally oozing confidence when you’re feeling a little scared about the whole shebang. These guys really know what they’re talking about, shifting 14,000 suckling pigs every year, mostly to Chinatowns around the UK. Give them at least a week’s notice. Your pig will arrive by parcel post in good time in a large polystyrene box with some ice to keep it cool. It’s not cheap – mine cost £75 including delivery – but it fed about 10 people, and no one’s claiming that this is just a snack.
When your pig arrives, put it somewhere cool – a whole shelf of your fridge if it’s summer. Then you’ll have to find a roasting tray with a rack that’s big enough for your pig. Few people will have a proper one – I use the grill tray and give it a damn good scrub beforehand.
Your pig will come prepared for the oven and, in case you’re worried, its eyes will almost definitely be closed. I can’t lie: if you’re squeamish, it can be a slightly gruesome sight, at least until you can smell how good it is whilst cooking. I didn’t mind too much seeing the little thing lying there, but the wife wasn’t keen. Now for the cooking …
