Throw a whole cooked pig into the mix and you have a natural guy magnet. That's how I (a cousin) was fortunate enough to head out to a baby shower/family "do" with husband in tow last weekend. Multitudes of plotting to not attend among family members ended with the mention of "pig." It was a grand centerpiece that will long be remembered by many, for sure. That and the Jagermeister machine. We had great fun watching women in their sixties studying that honker machine, debating whether to take a shot - or not.

Adults circled the pig in awe; forget the mother-to-be and the cake. This porker came lovingly attended to by Matt the master butcher. And he came courtesy (well, paid for) of the most appropriately named Hoggs Meat Market in North Little Rock. If you want to "call the Hoggs," their number is 501-758-7700 or drop by their web site at hoggsmeatmarket.com. Somehow, they know just what size pig to pick for a certain number of people. As for diving in, Matt discreetly worked from one side so as not to offend anyone's sensitivities.

Of course, the visiting was great and even some of the more reluctant males wandered in and out for the gift opening. That's probably because there was still a large pan of pig sitting on the counter. Not to mention ice-cold beer and a host of other amenities that make baby showers just that much better for some of us.

The end (how could I resist?)

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