This is a story about Splotch the pig and his journey into the culinary world - literally. It made me recall the year in my youth when some friends of the family asked if we wanted them to raise some chickens for us. The chicks were so cute. Little did I know that I would eventually be asked to help butcher the poor things. The whole thing just weirded me out. Perhaps that's one of the reasons I don't eat meat...I will not lie though, I do remember that farm-raised, free-range, organic chicken tasting very good & 100% better than what we got at the store.
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