I'm more than a little ill at the moment.
I had my most intense initiation into farm life.
I watched the pig slaughter this morning. And I watched my husband collect the blood for the blood sausage. And I watched the butcher skin and gut the animal (saving the hearts and livers for sausage).
And I was doing great.
Until now, when I got home and there's a pig leg (who I saw walking around this morning) in my refrigerator.
It's time to make the sausage but I can't even stand up... I'm confined to my bed, not to be disturbed.
(Yeah, I'll get up in a while and try to get into it with great gusto, but I need a moment to... recover).
Am I a vegetarian now? No. But I won't take meat for granted anymore.
