You know, if my dad were still alive, he would be in his glory to be right in the midst of a pig roast. My dad was ahead of his time. Over 35 years ago, before it was fashionable, my dad made his own spit. We would have the relatives over and have a “turn”. We would always have boneless pork roasts and boneless beef roasts.  Dad was always the chef.  It was always cooked to perfection.   I know my dad would…