I remember back in the 90's, when Gramps was alive, well and somewhat brolic, we used to "rear" pigs. (Pause)
Keep it penned up, feed kitchen scraps and fatten it up until Christmas when we'd take it to the abattoir to slaughter it cause a Pig way harder to kill than a goat/sheep. Plus the noise. The squealing. Arguably worse than a goat's human like screams.
Went with him and saw them fools butcher a whole cow and divide up the meat.
shyt was like Jesus and the loaves of bread.
(Clean)Bucket after (Clean) Bucket of meat.
I lost count around 10 and these were 5 gallon buckets too.
I remember it was 10 'cause I was acting like the count off of Sesame street until some elderly bytch asked the men why a kid was amongst all that viscera.
I think we did a Wampum and traded some goat meat for beef and gramps made the best beef soup in the same way he made goat head soup 'cause I asked.
My only regret is that I was too young to know about medium rare steak 'cause I'd have been set with all them clean cuts.
