Brad used to be a home brewer. Now he is a meat smoker. If you were to ask him about his passion for smoked meats he’d talk you into a corner. He’d explain why smoking meat is the perfect weekend hobby. He’d tell you how it allows you to feed and water pigs, let out chickens, hay equine, move goats, clear brush, & hang out with your family all while you’re doing it. He’d say that with a little prep work and patience (and of course high quality heritage pork) you can begin your day with cut pecan and a little fire and end it with a cold beer, a tender cut of meat with a serious smoke ring, and a smile on your face. Chris from Fort Creek Farm came over last Sunday with a Hereford brisket offering. We brought out one of our boston butts and together we spent the evening full and happy. Being a farmer has it’s advantages and both Brad and I aren’t afraid to say it.
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Just wanted to share this poem from Roald Dahl, one of our favorites.
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn’t read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn’t puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
“They want my bacon slice by slice
“To sell at a tremendous price!
“They want my tender juicy chops
“To put in all the butcher’s shops!
“They want my pork to make a roast
“And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
“They want my sausages in strings!
“They even want my chitterlings!
“The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
“That is the reason for my life!”
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great piece of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grizzly bit
So let’s not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”
Weekend Brunch with the Pigs