The Pig Adventure Threak - Day by Day - Updated with all four days!!

[itsstillmatt]

Originally Posted by eg1

Pardon my pig-ignorance, but where is this happening? I am guessing France, but which region? Gascony?



I worked in a meat-packing plant for 4 summers (plus weekends in winter) when I was in high school. Swine/Cattle walked in and went out on hooks or in boxes. Not quite the same thing as this little peasant adventure, to be sure, and precious little about "respect" for the pigs ... that was an education in more ways than one not soon to be forgotten.

Maybe I'm too recently escaped from "the land" (in my case, rural New Brunswick) to see this sort of thing untainted by a whiff of Marie Antoinette in a milk-maid's dress -- but that's a reflection of my own cynical peevishness rather than any failing of Matt's or his family.

Ugh, do our pettinesses ever subside?

I should let you eat duck. It was in Dordogne. My cans of pork arrived yesterday, but I need to go through them and figure which belong to me and which to my mother. Maybe I'll do that tonight.

 

[Piobaire]

Originally Posted by iammatt

I should let you eat duck. It was in Dordogne.

My cans of pork arrived yesterday, but I need to go through them and figure which belong to me and which to my mother. Maybe I'll do that tonight.

The simple way to sort them is, toss them all up in the air. Those that fall are yours, those that stay in the air are hers.

 

[eg1]

Originally Posted by iammatt

I should let you eat duck. It was in Dordogne.

My cans of pork arrived yesterday, but I need to go through them and figure which belong to me and which to my mother. Maybe I'll do that tonight.

I am not familiar with the expression, but I probably deserve it. Then again, "Use every man after his desert, and who would 'scape whipping?"

 

[foodguy]

This. Thanks matt for your contributions.

 

[itsstillmatt]

hopefully nobody in real life finds me here

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[foodguy]

from what i saw, you've got enough canned pork and foie goodies you'll be able to wait out the hordes of paparazzi in your bunker in style.