A few weeks ago, our fine porker was transported to a recommended, out of town business that processes such things. We had received positive reports of this Mom and Pop industry to which we would take our pig and, as my husband Howard says, "Bring it back in clean, white paper."
Well, yesterday we set out to go retrieve our finished product of bacon, hams, ribs, pork chops, etc. We had not gone on the original trip, since our son and grandson pulled the trailer and delivered our porcine prize to its destiny. Our grandson, Adam, chauffeured us this time to pick up our investment of months of dutifully feeding, watering and caring for our rooting, grunting (almost-but-not quite) pet.
It was about a 40 mile trip, and we were prepared to know that the owner would be out to lunch at 12:30, so when we got to the (very) small town, we found a home-town restaurant with really good food! The ride down was pleasant with the views of hundreds of acres of Indian land, the green, rolling pastures and occasionally tree-lined roads and valleys.
That made me reminisce of my early childhood growing up near Tulsa, which wasn't far from us on this venture. Once we got on a shortcut back road that opened up into a picturesque scene of the valley below. I thought of a scene in the movie, "Shadow Lands," I had seen again recently, that portrayed breathtaking distant hills and valleys.
Back home, we filled our freezer, leaving out a few packages for immediate use. Howard couldn't wait to taste the bacon, so I fried some in a skillet this morning. It was delicious! We had heard that this company did a great job of curing and smoking pork! They also smoked the hams, which are so big we will probably wait and have them at Thanksgiving and Christmas!
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