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Alicia

Really nice article. My boyfriend is Polish and I got to see his family make kielbasa. I didn't get to see the butchering part but they told me how they went to a farm somewhere in New York and bought a pig and got it butchered. It was all pretty interesting and the kielbasa was delish.

Karen at A Glimpse Into My Reveries

How fascinating! I agree about knowing where your food comes from! Especially meat. It doesn't just come from the supermarket on a piece of styrofoam!

BrandyJ.

I agree about wanting to know where your food comes from. You've made me curious if a butcher shop near us would offer this type of class.

Jennifer

Good for you, Carmen. I don't think I'd ever eat meat again! I know it's me being intentionally ignorant and not at all aware, but I would not, could not do this. So good for you for taking it on!

Kyooty

what an awesome opportunity. This reminds me of a time when my Dad brought home 1/2 of a Pig's head and we all marveled as he was working on getting that eye ball out off the head. I think I was either 8 or maybe 10? I can't quite remember if it was before my Mom had the twins or after. I remember my brother and I standing on a stool to see.

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  • Carmen Staicer is a whirlwind of energy and execution who rarely sleeps and loves coffee and happens to have six outstanding awesome, incredibly loud and opinionated kids who are always right no matter what. Her passions include Zumba, hiking, photography, homeless ministry, reading, cooking, and spending time at the beach as often as possible. She's a college student studying to be a social worker who works as a Barista. State of mind? Tired, y'all.