Actually, we never got around to eating them pork & beams. The sweet tater was rotten on one end so we chunked it in the bushes right off. This wound up being a photo opt to express our grief and absents in respect of all the funnin' going on at the pig roast at Jeffs place. Cooking an armidilla on the grill just didn't seem fittin'. We knew it had to be pork. What was good intentions of having a southern pig roast at DanGs house, turned into putting what we had on the manafold of his MD. A can of potted meat, vienna sausage, beanee weenees and a sweet tater. Hope to make it to the pig roast next year.