Kill the Suckling Pig!

It's been a long time, friends. My schedule pretty much swallowed my spring...but summer is here and I'm done speaking for a bit and I'm so excited to be with my kids and do some serious nothing! One plan that Katie and I have had for awhile is for a celebratory dinner when CLC is over. And not just any dinner will be worthy of such a victory...nope, our plan is to have a dinner of rotiserrie suckling pig at Merenda. We've taken a lot of criticism for this decision - mostly from my son-in-law - because it would seem that "suckling" mostly means "young" and Corey has very passionately expressed his resistance (I quote: "WE DON'T EAT BABIES!") Whatever, it's the closest thing to killing the fatted calf (also a baby, by the way, and even the Bible endorses it!) While we've been really excited about this idea for many looooong months...our plan has been foiled by another event on the same night (Merenda only cooks baby pigs on Fridays). So, we're double booked for celebration and it won't happen THIS Friday, but mark my words...it will happen. Our faith commands it.