Phil Pascoe":14xzjylw said:
The squeal. What have you done with the squeal?
The memories of killing a pig before the days of a freezer.
Being chastised by the local slaughterer for not catching the squeal.
The burning off the bristles with boltons of straw, and scrubbing off the ash.
Several days of eating all the offal up to save wasting it, (days on farm with no electricity and just a cold dairy slab and evaporating water to keep it cool).
A day (it seemed like anyway) working the yard pump washing out Chitterlings, several days of the smell of rendering fat as it was turned into pure white 'rosemary' Lard.
Mixing the Blood, pearl barley, chunks of fat etc. to make the black puddings.
Being allowed to put the cooked head meat into basins and covered with a saucer and spare weights to make the Brawn.
Making sure the cats and dogs were kept out of dairy room where the sides and hams were being dry salted, wondering where salt Peter came from that was rubbed around the ham bones.
Oh, and playing football with the inflated bladder.