Monday, April 01, 2002 6:34:23 PM
Welcome back Paule...
Glad the hunt was successful... quite the graphic description... know that I'd have to be starving before I could kill an animal... rough work... someone has to do it so I can eat, but eek...
Years ago I had friends with a large property... they had a pony run out back for their daughter... when she outgrew the pony, her father still had the run and decided that if his daughter was going to eat meat she should know where it came from... so he bought a piglet and raised it in the run... when it was little, it was cute. His daughter named it Snorty... he named it Dinner.
By the time the pig reached slaughtering size, she thought it was gross and shed no tears when it went off to the meat packing house... managed to enjoy her share of the meat too...
Around the same time, this friend had another friend who had bought himself a little 10-acre farm in west central NJ with a fully restored 200-year-old farmhouse... paid cash... amazing the kind of money that two coke deals can garner (he wasn't into it... preferred pot)... he was raising pigs... decided to butcher one and have a luau for the gang... the guys dug the pit, heated the stones, and buried the pig... when we went there the day before for the preliminaries, the owner started talking about the slaughterhouse process... I began to faint... had to go sit down on the other side of the barn to get my bearings... to this day, I'm still not sure sure if it was the pot and the summer heat or the story... probably the combination of factors. Fully recovered and thoroughly enjoyed the food the next day.
Long out of touch with all of them... Dang I miss my youth.
ksquared.nostalgic
Glad the hunt was successful... quite the graphic description... know that I'd have to be starving before I could kill an animal... rough work... someone has to do it so I can eat, but eek...
Years ago I had friends with a large property... they had a pony run out back for their daughter... when she outgrew the pony, her father still had the run and decided that if his daughter was going to eat meat she should know where it came from... so he bought a piglet and raised it in the run... when it was little, it was cute. His daughter named it Snorty... he named it Dinner.
By the time the pig reached slaughtering size, she thought it was gross and shed no tears when it went off to the meat packing house... managed to enjoy her share of the meat too...
Around the same time, this friend had another friend who had bought himself a little 10-acre farm in west central NJ with a fully restored 200-year-old farmhouse... paid cash... amazing the kind of money that two coke deals can garner (he wasn't into it... preferred pot)... he was raising pigs... decided to butcher one and have a luau for the gang... the guys dug the pit, heated the stones, and buried the pig... when we went there the day before for the preliminaries, the owner started talking about the slaughterhouse process... I began to faint... had to go sit down on the other side of the barn to get my bearings... to this day, I'm still not sure sure if it was the pot and the summer heat or the story... probably the combination of factors. Fully recovered and thoroughly enjoyed the food the next day.
Long out of touch with all of them... Dang I miss my youth.
ksquared.nostalgic
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