Last year we had a sheep that we lovingly called Minty before we lovingly took him to a slaughterhouse, lovingly paid someone else to kill and butcher him before we lovingly ate every delicious bit of him, lovingly. I have been banned from naming the pig (although secretly I call him Ian). I'm already dreaming of making my own cured ham, sausages, black pudding and brawn.
Ian |
This is my favourite picture of Minty. Isn't he lovely..?
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