Saturday, March 17, 2012

More From Farmer Pig Pastor


When I stop to consider my life, I continue to be amazed at just how different my expectations were from what my realities are.  I always figured I'd have a typical family...kids, a dog, maybe even a cat if I was feeling really adventuresome in life.  Never in my wildest dreams, did I ever consider that I'd be married to a pig pastor.

It was bad enough when the first pigs entered my life.  But, I consoled myself with the fact that they would soon be bacon and I'd be a lot happier, so I tolerated their existence with high expectations of BLT's and biscuits and sausage gravy.

However, I knew I was in trouble when The Pastor gussied up the pig house as part of the preparations for a recent family reunion, and I really knew trouble was brewing when he started talking about keeping one of the pigs and having piglets.

This week, that day arrived.  The Pastor is proud farmer to 11 baby pigs.  I have to admit, they are dang cute.  (though it looks like one, the picture above is not actually one of ours.  The heat light in our "Hilton-esque" pig house, makes the pictures all come out a fuzzy, strange hue of red. )

The Pastor has doted over those pigs day and night.  You'd think we just had our own baby when you consider the amount of sleep we haven't been getting, and to top it off, now he's talking about keeping two more mom pigs and expanding the pig house!

Please respond if you have any good bacon recipes.  This city girl is doomed.

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