Saturday, February 6, 2010

Hog Butchering Time




No, we don't live on a farm or raise hogs. However, this past week, The Man went to Texas with a friend and hunted wild hogs. I am a little wary of eating wild meat. I'm not fond of wild game, in general.

He brought a cooler full of deboned, skinned hog meat. He and I donned rubber gloves and set out to cut the hog into roasts, chops, rib meat, and we have a large amount of meat and fat to make homemade sausage. Currently, I have a roast in the crock pot for pulled pork. It looks just like pork from the store, so, fingers crossed, here's hoping that it tastes good.

I'll keep you updated!

4 comments:

Melisa with one S said...

I'd invite myself over for dinner, but....

You know. The Jewish thing. :)

Dawn said...

Scott and I were saying (while we were cutting up all that meat) that you and Jim wouldn't be interested in our meat! LOL

tammy said...

Wow...impressive. ;) Enjoy that meat! I wouldn't have a clue.LOL

Pamela said...

You are THE woman!!! I just buy and then send our hog and cow to the butcher and get proud of myself for stocking the freezer with it. You take it to the extreme, lady...woohoo