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Meeting My Pig
Published on September 23, 2013 by Sara Foss

Over at the DG, I write about buying a pig ... and meeting it.

Here's an excerpt:

"About a year-and-a-half ago, one of my high school classmates moved to Schoharie County from Philadelphia with the goal of becoming a farmer.

He began leasing a farm that was no longer in use and raising goats, chickens, rabbits, sheep and pigs.

And when he began taking orders for pork earlier this year, I decided I had to buy some. Not because I love pork, although I do. But because I had some extra cash, wanted to support him and thought it would be cool to eat locally raised, organic pork from a farmer I went to high school with.

I didn’t think I was capable of consuming half a pig by myself (or fitting all of the meat into my freezer), so I asked my landlord and her boyfriend if they wanted to go in on the pig with me. They said yes, and during the winter we made a $150 down payment.

'You can visit the farm this fall and see the pig,' my high school classmate said when I handed him the check.

I mentioned this possibility to my landlord, who shuddered.

'I don’t want to see the pig,' she said.

I understood my landlord’s perspective.

But I did want to see the pig."

Click here to read the whole thing.

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