Kim ties her apron with a flourish, laughter bubbling as her friends gather around, sleeves rolled up and ready for culinary adventure. Jenna, with her wild curls and mischievous grin, reaches for a handful of fresh basil, while Lila, ever precise, arranges the spices in neat rows along the counter. "Alright, team, tonight Doug is the guest of honor—and our dinner," Kim announces, wielding a chef’s knife with playful menace.
Jenna laughs, carefully spooning a mix of quinoa, sun-dried tomatoes, and feta into Doug, who is already hogtied with an apple in his mouth and in a roasting pan, while Lila sprinkles in pine nuts and chopped spinach, her brow furrowed in concentration. Fruits and vegetables are placed around Doug in the roasting pan, while Jenna pushes a oiled and seasoned carrot in his butt hole."Make sure you pack it tight—we want every bite to be perfect," Kim encourages, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Doug’s going to be the best stuffed longpig we’ve ever made," Jenna declares, her voice reverent yet teasing.
Outside, dusk settles over the quiet street, but inside, the girls huddle near the oven, peering through the glass as Doug’s skin crisps. turning a nice even crispy brown and the scent of herbs intensifies. They watch as his struggles to free himself, subside, as he finally perishes and dies. They laugh with a mischievous twinkle in their eyes."He’s starting to look delicious… tender, juicey and sweet," Lila whispers, half in jest, half in awe. "Let’s set the table—this is going to be a meal to remember," Kim suggests, her voice filled with excitement.
Jenna carves the first slice, steam erupting in fragrant plumes, juicies flowing like a waterfall, while Lila pours wine, her cheeks flushed with pride. "To Doug—the star of this feast!" Kim proclaims, raising her glass high. The friends join in a chorus of laughter, forks poised and ready.
Jenna leans back, eyes closed in bliss, while Lila enthusiastically describes the flavors, her hands waving animatedly. "This is the best stuffed longpig I’ve ever tasted. he was truly one of a kind," Jenna declares, grinning. "We should make this a tradition, " Lila suggests, prompting another round of laughter.
Kim gazes at the remnants of their feast, a smile lingering on her lips as she looks at her friends, the memory of feast glowing warmly between them. "Here’s to old friends, new traditions, and legendary meals," Kim murmurs quietly, the others nodding in happy agreement as the candles burn low. Outside, the moon rises, casting silver light over the house.
