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relodr36
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Brings back memories of the good old days!
Sixty-five years ago,when I was a kid,butchering day happened 4-6 times a year in our family.
When my Dad butchered hogs,my Grandpaps and Uncles came and helped.When they butchered,my Dad,Mother,and I went and helped them.
Most butchering was done when the weather was cold enough to keep meat from spoiling.
As a young kid,my usual jobs were cutting fat into cubes so we could render lard out of it and tending the big cast-iron kettles on the fires.These were used to render the lard and another was filled with heart,liver,kidneys,sweetbreads,bones,and trimmings.Boy,did that smell good!
We called scrapple by the name of ponhoss.
The 'hired man' collected blood for blood pudding.
The hams,shoulders,and slabs of bacon were salted down with Morton's "tender-quick" and pickled or smoked.I still have my Dad's big needle that he used to inject the larger pieces.
I still have hog scrapers,kettles,butchering tools,lardpress,grinders,and a big hard-maple butchering table,but haven't butchered for years.
I still get pig's feet from the local slaughterhouse,clean them good,boil them until you can pull everything off the bones,add vinegar to the mix and let it gel in breadpans in the frig. Man,is that good !!
Many people look down on this kind of activity,but you sure knew what you were eating!
As a Northern boy - head cheese was the poor mans lunch meat in the "old" days and every fall we made up a batch after we butchered the hogs in the fall, along with scrapple. Last I saw it at the store it was $6.59 a lb., that is not poor mans lunch meat anymore. Best way to eat it for me is just a 1/4" slice on plain white bread(nothing else). Critical in making head cheese is the amount of vinager used. Anyone eat uncastrated pigs anymore, those old bores sure smelled up the kitchen when the meat was fried every now and then "fresh" bacon has a little of that smell. The smell is 10 times worst than the worst deer or moose shot at the height of the rut. Thank you ,for allowing me to remember just a little of my history. P.S. almost all things hand made, home butchered or home cooked, taste or feel better as you can always go back and remember when you shot it, butchered it ,made it or planted it.
Sixty-five years ago,when I was a kid,butchering day happened 4-6 times a year in our family.
When my Dad butchered hogs,my Grandpaps and Uncles came and helped.When they butchered,my Dad,Mother,and I went and helped them.
Most butchering was done when the weather was cold enough to keep meat from spoiling.
As a young kid,my usual jobs were cutting fat into cubes so we could render lard out of it and tending the big cast-iron kettles on the fires.These were used to render the lard and another was filled with heart,liver,kidneys,sweetbreads,bones,and trimmings.Boy,did that smell good!
We called scrapple by the name of ponhoss.
The 'hired man' collected blood for blood pudding.
The hams,shoulders,and slabs of bacon were salted down with Morton's "tender-quick" and pickled or smoked.I still have my Dad's big needle that he used to inject the larger pieces.
I still have hog scrapers,kettles,butchering tools,lardpress,grinders,and a big hard-maple butchering table,but haven't butchered for years.
I still get pig's feet from the local slaughterhouse,clean them good,boil them until you can pull everything off the bones,add vinegar to the mix and let it gel in breadpans in the frig. Man,is that good !!
Many people look down on this kind of activity,but you sure knew what you were eating!