We’re killing our first pig today. Having raised him from a small piglet, back in May, today is the day we complete the reason why we got him.
It seems to me to be fairly natural, especially as this is our first, to take a few moments to consider whether this is the right things for us; can we justify killing another animal so we can eat, and should we, in fact, be vegetarians?
We both enjoy eating and cooking meat, and certainly wouldn’t consider having a pig as a pet. But somehow it feels different now; eating meat from the supermarket, where you have no sight of the original animal, seems a lot easier than doing the deed to an animal you have raised, nurtured, shown how to use a wallow, rubbed sun-cream into his ears when it’s hot, fed, watered, and generally ensured he had a happy life.
We’ve made the decision that we are going to eat meat, and we want our meat to come from an animal that has led as natural a life as we are able to manage. Out of respect for the life that was given we will endeavour to make use of every part of Richard that we can. It’s with a sombre mood that we begin preparation for the day. It’s not an easy decision for us, eating our own livestock, but it’s better than buying from the supermarket.
I’m not going to post pictures of the kill; if you want to see a pig being butchered, we’ve already done that last year, so here is a celebration of the life of our food for the next year. The next few days will be spent butchering, curing and storing the meat, and we’ll post how we got on when we’re finished!