The guest of honor was also the elephant in the room.
No, it wasn't an actual pachyderm. It was a magnificent Red Wattle hog.
Well, half of one, anyway; it had been halved from snout to tail, and its left side was laid out, cut side up, awaiting our inspection.
It was a Saturday night hog butchering class at Lowry Hill Meats in Minneapolis. Co-owner Erik Sather and colleague Gabe Carlson were handing out beers, seemingly oblivious to the nearby carnage.
At first, I avoided looking, fearful that the sight might trigger visions of dissections in college biology classes. All I could think was, don't faint ... don't faint.
Technically, we were dealing with less than half of an eight-month-old hog. What remained was 180 pounds of muscle, bone and fat (the tongue, the brain and other internal organs — plus the hide and the blood — had been thoughtfully removed at the processing plant), and to be honest, when I ignored the animal's disembodied head, what remained wasn't all that different from a more composed version of the chops, ribs and cutlets that were neatly lined up in the shop's adjacent display cases.
Just as I steeled myself to make a good, long visual assessment, a classmate made a wonderfully clarifying statement.
"Is it wrong of me that everywhere I look, I think 'bacon'?" she asked.