tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post8931303459087114921..comments2017-08-29T23:40:46.330-07:00Comments on Down by the Creek: Two Little PiggiesFarming Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17938675746905624146noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-53214534854308358332013-06-03T08:05:33.541-07:002013-06-03T08:05:33.541-07:00We definitely referred to the pork (especially the...We definitely referred to the pork (especially the breakfast sausage) as patpat all winter! I think because we all knew exactly what he was from the get-go, eating him is just like eating other things we grow or hunt. And honestly, we know exactly what sort of life he had and what he ate - not something you can say about grocery store meat - I think that makes it feel almost better eating him than eating pork from the grocery store, at least for me!Farming Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17938675746905624146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-53573725673125801562013-06-03T08:03:27.453-07:002013-06-03T08:03:27.453-07:00Yup, we feed the pigs (or the chickens when we don...Yup, we feed the pigs (or the chickens when we don't have pigs) pretty much everything edible that comes out of the kitchen and the garden weeds too. When I visit other people's homes, it always is a shock to throw that sort of thing in the garbage, especially if they don't even have a compost!Farming Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17938675746905624146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-29795848465869582242013-06-03T07:59:46.451-07:002013-06-03T07:59:46.451-07:00When we brought Pat home last year, she had a mome...When we brought Pat home last year, she had a momentary meltdown when I first told her we were going to raise him and then he was going to die just like the deer and the ducks and the grouse we hunt, and then we were going to eat him. But after that, she was fine. This year, she is already asking when are the piggies going to die. And all winter, when she wanted sausage and eggs for breakfast, it was patpat and eggs she asked for... I know for myself growing up with chickens and geese, I understood where my food came from from an early age - she's doing just the same :)Farming Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17938675746905624146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-52032203675271414132013-06-01T08:14:39.123-07:002013-06-01T08:14:39.123-07:00I was also wondering about the names - I am imagin...I was also wondering about the names - I am imagining a conversation that includes "Have another bite of PitPat." <br />Seriously, I don't remember ever being bothered by eating my grandparents' stock, and I had names (some nasty) for many of them. Watched chicken slaughter from the hatchet to the table, being tasked with pinfeathering along the way. No problem. MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-2153165541446908942013-06-01T06:57:36.447-07:002013-06-01T06:57:36.447-07:00Oh little piggies! Do you guys feed your pigs tabl...Oh little piggies! Do you guys feed your pigs table scraps? We use to feed our pigs all sorts of things like moldy bread, stale chips, watermelon rimes, parts of the fruit and vegetables humans don't eat, I know it sounds gross but they loved it and we didn't feel as bad when something went to waste. Oh and our pigs loved marshmallows..no joke on that. <br />Lyndsey https://www.blogger.com/profile/10617662270884860296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885823206913763143.post-70540952373260810772013-05-31T17:43:53.168-07:002013-05-31T17:43:53.168-07:00Little M is certainly the good helper, isn't s...Little M is certainly the good helper, isn't she? The piglets are adorable. How will Little M deal with them being food? Just wondering how you handle that...daisy ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06129079277073067462noreply@blogger.com