Last week’s sketch provided a glimpse into the Hispano tradition of a Matanza –a pig roast – believed to have begun in Spain during the Moorish occupation. When the Spaniards discovered their Muslim overseers distaste for pork they would periodically slaughter a pig, hold a festival, and enjoy life without the Moors for several days.
This tradition of a pig butchering and festival continued into the new world and exists today in rural New Mexico where families and friends gather to butcher a pig, cook it into Carne Adovada, ribs, chicharrones and other tasty dishes. Often times much of the pig is stored for consumption later in the winter; sometimes the entire thing is consumed.
Each year in Belen, Valencia County, New Mexico the Valencia County Hispano Chamber of Commerce hosts a large Matanza as a fundraiser. 39 sponsored teams gather to butcher pigs and take part in a day long festival celebrating Hispanic heritage in New Mexico. This is serious business as bragging rights for best ribs, Carne Adovada, Iron Pig and other dishes are at stake.
Once again this year I had the pleasure of joining Joe Jaramillo’s team for most of the day getting up close and personal with the pig, the preppers, the cooks, the families, and a raunchy joke or two. I also made friends with Ray Chavez and Danielle Griego, on the Fat Sats Bar & Grill team who featured a large rotisserie slow roasting a full pork loin which attracted a fair share of attention and caused Pavlovian reactions among attendees.
This is not a photo story or essay in the strict sense. This is a sketch, a series of images as I learn the intricacies of the New Mexico Matanza and those that are skilled in its preparation. This is also a big thank you especially to the members of Jaramillo’s Custom Meat Processing of Los Lunas Team and also the Fat Sats Bar & Grill Team for welcoming me into their prep spaces and helping with all my efforts to make some pictures. I hope you enjoy the images.
The day begins before it begins: in the dark. Fires are lit, cook areas prepped, water is boiled, and traditional New Mexican breakfast is prepped: green chile breakfast burritos, potatoes, frijoles. The crew needs to be fed; they have a lot of work to do.
Time moves quickly, as do the preppers. Joe, a custom meat processor by trade, begins the labor intensive process of butchering the pig. There is a chill in the air, but the mood is jovial as families, extended families, and friends meet and greet and pitch in. Everyone, it seems, has a place and a purpose and takes part. This is a family affair; a community affair.
In anticipation of thousands of hungry mouths to feed, the excitement rises as the scent of frying sopapillas and carne adovada begins to fill the air mixing with wood smoke. Food is on the fire!
It’s not all hard work – though there is plenty of that – as the morning progresses the PA system comes to life, followed by the pledge of allegiance (in both English and Spanish) and the Star Spangled Banner. Eventually a series of musical acts take the soundstage with the music piped around the Valencia County Sherriff’s Posse Fairgrounds, the location of the Matanza. Below, a couple takes a break from cooking to dance while Carne Adovada (pork stewed in red chile) is expertly cooked nearby.
“El Perdido” (the Lost One) made an appearance and graced me with a picture.
Periodically through the day I visited the Fat Sats Bar & Grill Team’s prep location. After a few conversations about their recipes for the competitions I was invited behind the scenes to make some picture. Here I met “Country”.
Not content to be one of the most interesting people I’ve met, Country is also the proud owner of this object of male envy, the antique cast iron wood fired soap stove turned cook pot which he lovingly stoked and stirred. He also happily regaled all the curious onlookers with the story of how he came to be the owner of this unique – and hefty – cook pot.
Danielle Griego is a fascination to watch. Responsible for creating most of Fat Sats competition dishes she is a dynamo of creativity, organization, and motivation, and a gracious hostess sharing with me her recipes and samples of her creations.
Thank you so much for letting me know about the posting of these pictures today. Thank you for including my picture with the grill I made and am so proud of. The two best pictures in this posting are the sun peeking through the tent and the guy through the smoke. Looking forward to seeing you and your wife at fat sats soon. Call me at 720-0581 whenever you make it to fat sats and I hope i can meet up with you.
Hi Ray, I am really glad you like the images. I had a great time photographing all of you, and speaking to you and finding out more about the Matanza, Fat Sats, and your adventures in building that grill. It is a thing of beauty. I’m going to check through my images to see if there are more pictures of you and it.
We will absolutely call you when we come down and visit Fat Sats. I am looking forward to it.
I am liking this big sketch a lot, for the insight and atmosphere of the Matanza tradition you’ve given us a peek of in here. I recall a few earlier mentions of Matanza… how long have you been working on it?
Hi Charlene,
Thanks so much. All of these images come from one Matanza that I photographed two weekends ago. I wanted to get some pictures up for the people involved so they could see them. So it isn’t really meant to be a photo story or photo essay even though I cobbled together a story if the day. I am working on a larger overall story of the Matanza from several that I have photographed over the past year or so. I have more to do on it, so stay tuned.
I shall be on the lookout. Would love to have a look at/chat about this project in person too 🙂
Sounds like a plan! :))
Really excited to see this project coming together, Brian. I am wondering why you still feel these are sketches. Some might be but some are definitely not sketches.
Hi Sabrina,
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, as well as being instrumental in the capturing of these images – I’ll be traveling light from now on! 😉 To answer your question – and I took some time to think about it – I am using the term “sketch” not in the sense of the noun – as in “I made a sketch” – but rather as a verb: “I sketched.” For some time I found that too much seriousness was creeping into my photo making and this blog. I was trying really hard. Most of the better images I make come from working hard at it but also approaching the image making with some levity, some fun, and a “sketching to discover” attitude. As you know, I’ve not been long in this game and so I’m still uncertain of what I am discovering. It is a spiritual, emotional, internal process. So perhaps don’t look at these images as mere sketches – or more to the point do not think I am denigrating my work – but rather think “oh look, Brian is sketching again.” I’m trying things, responding to the world around me, throwing myself with abandon into this photography, culture, meaning, belonging thing, seeing what comes of it. That sort of thing. Does that make sense?
I completely get it. You are “making stuff” 😉 Some days you make more stuff than other days, right?
Hmmmm, that does seem to cover it with much less verbiage… 😉
It is a tradition in the Construction Biz to have a big party after you have topped out a building. I was located in Orlando at the time as a Sr. Construction Manager building Apartments in about 30 different States. I would go into the Main office on Monday then Tues. I would hop a plane and visit my job sites. Well we had topped out a job in Boone, NC. and wanted to do a barbecue. Well my Brick Mason I had used for years said lets do a Mantanza. Well obviously I had no clue what he was talking about so he said stand back and watch. Well in two days he shows up with a dead Goat and starts digging a pit with a backhoe. After he got the hole dug he laid some brick like a barbecue pit. Gathered our scrap lumber and started a fire. After he got the coals going he places the goat in the brick pit and covered up the Goat around 5 PM. So I obviously ask him how long will it cook and he informed me all night. Well he didn’t tell me we had to pony up for the Beer kegs and we played cards and drank all night. Long story short there was probably 50 men on site and we ordered some Slaw and Beans from a Caterer. Needless to say all that drinking always has a way to complicate things. Before I knew it after we ate two guys decided they were going to have a Forklift race. Well two drunks on Forklifts racing around the job site probably wasn’t a good idea. Keep in mind this was about 15 years ago. Now because of law suits and people drinking top out parties can not have any kind of Alcohol which is a good thing. I am now 58 and started in the Biz when I was twenty and pretty much could build in any State. The tales I could tell and the thousand’s of people I met and still know makes me smile.
Thanks Mike, that is quite a story! I have yet to experience a Matanza where the meat is slow cooked all night, but I hope to!
My best,
Brian