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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.

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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!


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.


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!


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 kids. A concentration of asthma, food allergies, spectrum disorders and learning disabilities means that she has learned more than she ever thought possible and knows less than she ever could imagine. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, boxing (she has her Black Belt in Muay Thai), rowing, sleeping, exploring coffee shops, homeless ministry, photography, and cooking.