This Little Piggy

On our way home this Saturday we happened upon an educational opportunity in the neighborhood: someone butchering a whole pig in their driveway. 

Of course we stopped! They were very willing to answer all our questions. “How much does a whole big pig cost?” -$420. “Did you get to pick out your own pig?” -Yep, walked among the choices in their open range habitat and then pointed to the winner (or loser, I guess). “How did the pig die?” -Bullet to the head. “Where are its insides?” -Removed and left at the farm along with the blood. “What does it feel like?” -Slippery because of all the yummy fat.

We only stayed for about 10 minutes. But we got to watch them skin the pig (it looks like meat – like pork chops – under there). And also remove the head (fairly easy, really, once the skin and muscle have been cut).

The girls were not traumatized at all. Everyone involved made it seem like it was a fairly commonplace experience to cut a pig apart in your driveway in the city. And Bill and I decided we could do that, if we had one person who knew what they were doing to bark orders. But we also decided that we probably wouldn’t. South-facing driveway. Too hot in the sun. Otherwise of course we would. Of course.