Okay, so there is a precursor to this post. For anyone who may not be age appropriate or who does not wish to see how real sausage is made, Do Not Scroll Down.
Each winter at Dammaw's house, the boys take part in the pig kill. It's such an awesome event. The Bentley's, who have come years passed, also joined in on the fun. KJ and I mostly just played with kids inside, while the boys worked hard outside. The pictures are arranged from events occuring last to first. This was to protect fragil eyes. Don't look if you are not prepared. It's really not that bad, but I remember my first pig kill, and I cried. So I get that it can be a bit grusome.
Dammaw's new bath tub
Joshy playing hide and go seek
The long hallway served as a race track for George
Breakfast while watching TV. Does it get any better?
Ry's first baby doll
Preparing the meat
Jamie's mom has anywhere from 8-15 English Setters. Hence, Kidd. They usually bury the dogs on their property when they die. They think this is Domino. This was so cool to look at.
Geraldine and Spot
This is peach moonshine. The guy here asked me to try it. I thought it was pig testicles, so I declined. It wasn't though.
The sausage this year was abundant. It tasted so good too. When we got back to Wilmington, Chris made a huge pot of spaghetti sauce with meat balls.
2 comments:
Thats so funny to see the boys standing there. When I was little my dad killed deer alot for the meat and I would bring friends over and the deer would be strung up and they would cry. I was so embaressed.
so i meant to ask you about the pig killin' and the dog skull, at group yesterday. y'all are weird ;) i never knew you had a little redneck in you. who's the southern one now? hmm? feel free to bring homemade sausage to group, anytime...and i'm in love with dammaw's tub. it's awesome!
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