Pork products, one of the keys to my heart

Because of the time of year, people are starting to get excited about killing pigs. I may be am highly biased, but their excitement is infectious. After an earlier post extolling the virtues of bacon, my mom and I were talking and she said, "I'm so glad you enjoy it, but think of your arteries!" My answer: "But Mom, I feel so good, now!" We both had a good laugh.

Before I go any further, I must ask you to please devote a few minutes of your day to listening to this amazing story told by Edgar Oliver. It will help you feel excited, too.

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Now that you've listened to it, you're just as excited as I am.

Evidently, it's best to kill a pig when there's snow on the ground. There's no snow yet, which is why no pigs have been killed yet.

This week, I was in the zborovňa and one of my colleagues was refilling an inkjet cartridge with a syringe. He said, "This printer comes from America, so it's 120v. Here we have 220. So there's this big transformer here. [A big metal doorstopper of a transformer, like what my friend Bridget had in Rome courtesy of the Embassy.] My dad made it -- actually, he used it for killing pigs! [My colleague laughed and showed where on the throat his father would shock the pig.]

Evidently the process was 1. electrocute, and 2. bleed. The instrument is now sitting peacefully in our zborovňa.