once inside, k asked if i saw the big ol' hog. and, of course, she was referring to the 'big ol' hog' j and his dad were presently butchering when i strolled along.
um, no. i did not see it.
somehow during class, i forgot about this activity going on mere feet away. but, no worries, i was quickly reminded of it when i stepped onto the porch to go inside the house for lunch, and there, right before my eyes, was a butchered hog. piles of fat, legs, and meat. right there in front of me. slabs and fat and pork. and bone. no head, though. or feet. just big ol' hunks o' hog.
we had soup that day for lunch. bean soup. very good.
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