if you hear at your family reunion from your father "Jennifer, come grab the nuts out of my pocket." Or, you might not be a redneck, but have a slight case of human genetics when things come out of your mouth a little weird. We roasted a whole pig at the reunion and it was a pretty big ordeal trying to get that oinker out of the truck, mounted onto the spit and carried up a hill to the rotisserie. Dad had his hands covered with piggy and needed the nuts to screw on the spit so piggy wouldn't fall off. Glad I was there to help, right? It was some yummy pork when it was all done. Way to go CastIron Chef!