tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post8331043852390395449..comments2024-03-10T19:57:59.285+00:00Comments on Nelly's Garden: A Pig For Life Not Just For SausagesNellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527285652038975147noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-19447985542435045932008-11-25T11:28:00.000+00:002008-11-25T11:28:00.000+00:00All this talk of pigs brings back tales my father ...All this talk of pigs brings back tales my father told about the killing of the pig and making puddings when he was a child!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-26388685235026943342008-11-24T23:32:00.001+00:002008-11-24T23:32:00.001+00:00Although my parents went to the auction each year ...Although my parents went to the auction each year and bought the cows and pig alive, I only got to see them when they where wrapped in butcher paper in the freezer. It never bothered me too much, but now I would probably have a hard time raising a pig or cow and then eating him later. I just am too much of a city girl.sagewebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06818567803401688931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102969.post-70011226008708475512008-11-24T23:32:00.000+00:002008-11-24T23:32:00.000+00:00Glad to hear Alfredo is settling in and Holly is p...Glad to hear Alfredo is settling in and Holly is putting up with this indignity.<BR/><BR/>I remember when the pig would make than trip from my uncles pigpen to the slaughterhouse. We loved them on the hoof and on the plate.evilganomehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04867509470546509687noreply@blogger.com