Comments on: The day they killed the pig http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/ Undercover in the French Alps Sat, 20 Mar 2010 21:33:38 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Mouse http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1032 Mouse Wed, 23 Jan 2008 16:30:46 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1032 My neighbours keep a poor pig in a dark shed under their house. It lives a miserable existence in dark, dirty squalour, never seeing sunlight, never wandering on grass, never eating wholesome grub. And then they drag the poor squealing beast into the road and slaughter it. Last year they invited me to watch, I chose to go to Mont St Michel for the day instead. I have absolutely nothing against eating meat but I think it should be raised in a natural manner and killed humanely. Maybe this year I will liberate the pig before it's March 7th Doomsday... Watch This Space!!! My neighbours keep a poor pig in a dark shed under their house. It lives a miserable existence in dark, dirty squalour, never seeing sunlight, never wandering on grass, never eating wholesome grub. And then they drag the poor squealing beast into the road and slaughter it. Last year they invited me to watch, I chose to go to Mont St Michel for the day instead. I have absolutely nothing against eating meat but I think it should be raised in a natural manner and killed humanely. Maybe this year I will liberate the pig before it’s March 7th Doomsday…
Watch This Space!!!

]]> By: meredith http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1030 meredith Tue, 22 Jan 2008 12:41:44 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1030 I am a wimpy meat eater...I have a hard time with the reality of process involved before it lands on my plate. I am a wimpy meat eater…I have a hard time with the reality of process involved before it lands on my plate.

]]> By: tongue in cheek http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1027 tongue in cheek Sun, 20 Jan 2008 20:29:08 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1027 Growing up on a farm in rural California I saw many butchering days. Though my Father helped my uncles butcher their animals (pigs mainly,) he never butchered any of our own. Instead a large truck would come down our lane, after a few short words with the driver as to where the animals were, my Father would come into the house until the animals were loaded and taken away. A week later the white wrapped packages with black lettering arrived and stuffed into the large freezer. Soft hearted farmer was my Father. Maybe that is why none of my four brothers went into farming. Growing up on a farm in rural California I saw many butchering days. Though my Father helped my uncles butcher their animals (pigs mainly,) he never butchered any of our own.
Instead a large truck would come down our lane, after a few short words with the driver as to where the animals were, my Father would come into the house until the animals were loaded and taken away. A week later the white wrapped packages with black lettering arrived and stuffed into the large freezer.

Soft hearted farmer was my Father.
Maybe that is why none of my four brothers went into farming.

]]> By: Suzanne - The Farmer's Wife http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1026 Suzanne - The Farmer's Wife Sun, 20 Jan 2008 15:31:11 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1026 You must be raised with some traditions. The same with food. I simply cannot eat the blood sausage and duck's blood soup that is so much a part of my husband's Polish upbringing. I'm glad you feel strong enough to buck the seating arrangements! I spent my childhood summers visitng my cousins in the piney backwoods of rural Florida. The wild hogs were legendary and quite dangerous. Since most people did not have indoor toilets at the time I was scared to death of meeting up with a wild hog in the middle of the night whilst walking to the outhouse! You must be raised with some traditions. The same with food. I simply cannot eat the blood sausage and duck’s blood soup that is so much a part of my husband’s Polish upbringing. I’m glad you feel strong enough to buck the seating arrangements!

I spent my childhood summers visitng my cousins in the piney backwoods of rural Florida. The wild hogs were legendary and quite dangerous. Since most people did not have indoor toilets at the time I was scared to death of meeting up with a wild hog in the middle of the night whilst walking to the outhouse!

]]> By: Heidi http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1025 Heidi Sun, 20 Jan 2008 07:34:03 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1025 In a family clearly so steeped in tradition, what do they say when you go against the grain and sit down next to your husband? Or do they put it down to 'foreigneritis'?? Heidi In a family clearly so steeped in tradition, what do they say when you go against the grain and sit down next to your husband? Or do they put it down to ‘foreigneritis’??

Heidi

]]> By: Lizzy http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1024 Lizzy Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:10:30 +0000 http://mountaindweller.com/2008/01/18/the-day-they-killed-the-pig/#comment-1024 I'm so glad you were able to take part in the fun part of the tradition. I have to shiver over your unidentified crunchy object...*shiver* I’m so glad you were able to take part in the fun part of the tradition. I have to shiver over your unidentified crunchy object…*shiver*

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