When we moved to Portugal we came with a lot of ideas about how we wanted to live, most of them are quite do-able and with a little bit of patience (well quite a lot actually), alot of stamina and a huge amount of spirit, not to mention tools and skills we’ve pretty much put in to practice most of our original ideas. Some have been successful, some not. But we keep plugging away, old ideas get replaced by slightly more realistic ones but the main principal hasn’t changed.
When we got our pigs the idea was to fatten them up on a large meadow which they would rotavate and fertilise and at the end of it we would also have meat. The reality of that wasn’t quite as simple. First of all they never really rooted around just lay around, they did fertilise but only in one place, they procreated alot which left us with unwanted piglets and lots of dead ones too (see previous piggy posts). The male was despatched last year and went towards supplying us with meat. The two females were despatched this morning, a little late as they were past their best and it’s already quite warm, but it was complicated.
I had been left in charge of the pigs whilst Rick got on with building the house, which is fair enough, but what I wasn’t expecting was my total inability to deal with getting rid of them and then eating them. I never ate any of the male (I didn’t like the taste) and I doubt very much I’ll be able to eat the females. It’s pathetic really, having always been a firm believer in “if you can’t kill it, you shouldn’t eat it” theory, well the truth is I got too attached. I’ve spoken to lots of people about this and am assured that it gets easier, but it still leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth, so to speak, should I really be eating meat if I can’t kill? is it OK to be sentimental? is it OK to have got attached? will i ever get over it?