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Seein' a man about a pig
Apr. 18th, 2009 07:47 pmHere I am once again doing a little bit of remote access into Casa de Mayhem from the boondocks of Pennsyltucky. It's as if I am still sitting at my comfy studio PC. I can even peek around to see what's going on at home via the webcam and blast the neighbors with music. They don't care.
Jeff's dad's birfday is just around the corner. For a gift, we bought him a pig. Half of one, to be more precise. We are sharing in the approximately 175 pounds of porcine goodness, which includes roasts, hams, ribs, shanks, sausage and lots of bacon (Bacon! The miracle food!). Our bit of carnivorous delight comes from a small farm, from a butcher shop smaller than my garage, from friends of the family here. Quite a change from the local supermarkets. A well-worn but extremely tidy little place, they provided everything labeled and vacuum-sealed in portion sizes we asked for, frozen and neatly boxed. Tomorrow we will divvy up the cuts and bring home the bacon along with everything else. Between that and the incredibly cheap Amish thrift grocer, we are set for food for months. Jeff's mom and dad are grateful for the freezer full of good stuff that will last them quite a while. And we are happy to give.
I drove up to the Grizzly machinery showroom up in Muncy, with Jeff's dad along for the ride. My kind of candy store to be sure. Imagine a showroom the size of a Home Depot, filled with tools and machinery at unbelievable prices. Imagine being, well, me, in said environment. Yep, dangerous. I came out of there with a new lathe and wood shaper, along with some other little trinkets. I'm glad I brought the big truck with us this time. It was full coming up here, it's more full going back.
Jeff's dad's birfday is just around the corner. For a gift, we bought him a pig. Half of one, to be more precise. We are sharing in the approximately 175 pounds of porcine goodness, which includes roasts, hams, ribs, shanks, sausage and lots of bacon (Bacon! The miracle food!). Our bit of carnivorous delight comes from a small farm, from a butcher shop smaller than my garage, from friends of the family here. Quite a change from the local supermarkets. A well-worn but extremely tidy little place, they provided everything labeled and vacuum-sealed in portion sizes we asked for, frozen and neatly boxed. Tomorrow we will divvy up the cuts and bring home the bacon along with everything else. Between that and the incredibly cheap Amish thrift grocer, we are set for food for months. Jeff's mom and dad are grateful for the freezer full of good stuff that will last them quite a while. And we are happy to give.
I drove up to the Grizzly machinery showroom up in Muncy, with Jeff's dad along for the ride. My kind of candy store to be sure. Imagine a showroom the size of a Home Depot, filled with tools and machinery at unbelievable prices. Imagine being, well, me, in said environment. Yep, dangerous. I came out of there with a new lathe and wood shaper, along with some other little trinkets. I'm glad I brought the big truck with us this time. It was full coming up here, it's more full going back.
