Linthicum, Maryland
At a church pig roast. The reader who sent this says folks stood right there at the carving table pulling meat off the beast, and chawing down.
This below is not technically a VFYT, because it doesn’t show food that’s being served, but it’s so beautiful I wanted to append it to this post. The reader writes:
[This photo was] taken at my wife’s folks’ place in Soldotna, a couple hours south of Anchorage. You are probably familiar with the fishery through your friends here in the state. We used long-handled nets tied from the gunwales of my brother-in-law’s boat.
We caught, cleaned and processed around 170 pounds of fish for our families. And it was sockeye salmon to boot, arguably some of the finest table fare in the world.
You lucky, lucky man. Feast your eyes on this, readers:
Uncle Vanya 
Louise 
Man, one of the highlights of my childhood was our annual neighborhood summer pig roast – a 400 lb hog roasted all night over an open pit dug in the vacant lot where we’d play soccer and baseball. I remember getting to stay out late into the wee hours with my friends, riding our BMX bikes, while our Dads took rotating shifts basting the pig all night with a mop dipped in a bucket of honey and beer, telling off-color jokes, drinking beer, and just being manly. Then all day before the pig was taken off the spit, we’d have egg-toss contests, sack-races, three-legged races, etc. And there’s nothing in the world like tearing a chunk of cracklin skin off the back of the pig and letting the grease run down your chin. It was awesome. Ahh, to be 13 again.