Hello Ladies. This morning we’ll be serving some tender dandelion greens mixed with an assortment of garden weeds. Enjoy!
Could I have some asparagus with that salad?
Do you have any Ranch dressing?
Please pour food down my throat.
Does this mud make my butt look big?
I like to let my pigs have all the weeds and garden waste. They eat everything and if they don’t eat it then they like to play with it.
I like pigs and pigs like me, fiddle-dee-dee.
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That’s gonna be a lot of bacon! You plan on butchering those bad boys yourself?
-FringeGirl
Oh, goodness no. We are not that brave.
Yes, I think the mud does add a few extra pounds to the rump.
Yay for pudgy piggies!!!
Do they have names?
Just one, her name is Curly. I think she will be the one we keep to breed.
MMmmmmm,,,,,bacon! and pork chops mmmmmmmm……..
We put an old bowling ball in with our pigs. It gives them something to play with and they seem to maybe root around less.
That’s a great idea Laura! They do love to play with stuff. I’ve learned not to hang the fly traps where they can get their snouts on them or they will tear them down and bury or eat them. They are a lot like toddlers.
It looks like they’re wearing black boots!
If you butcher the oinkers…I don’t that I could see it..LOL..You’re not going to post that too are you??
I just love pigs…I couldn’t wait until they were born on the farm. I would steal one and play like I was Fern in Charolette’s Web…and that my piglet was Wilbur… it got me into trouble..but..I love the little things! Cuter than baby lambs!
Pigs are smart… we used to observe them for signs of weather changes.
Do they really roll around in the mud? Pigs are supposed to really smart, are yours?
Something that eats weeds — how amazing! I need pigs, because I certainly have weeds…
Guess that’s were they get the saying “fat as a hog”! HA!
I love pigs and I love to eat pork products but I don’t think I could raise my own. I would totally name them and make pets out of them. Funny, but I’m not attracted at all to the Vietnamese pot belly pigs which are bred as pets. I think sows/hogs/whatever they’re called are much better looking.
For more years that I care to confess, I thought the Elvis hit was “Pork Salad Annie,” ’sted of “POKE Salad Annie,” as in pokeweed.
Nobody will know the difference if they read your headline and listen to this classic (silver-white spandex bodysuit and all):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOzaVpgeHJg
Pork/Poke Salad it is.
you do know I’ve been singing Polk Salad Annie all day. It’s all your fault. When I have to go into the special Sanitorium because I am going around saying “gator’s got your grannny. Chomp, chomp, chomp.” I am directing them to your blog and requesting a padded cell, um I mean nice guest room next to yours.
Gladys!! That was too funny!!
April, we have thought about having a little pork chop — er, I mean, piggie to raise and then take to be butchered but your past post on how “cheap” (not!) it was may steer us clear of it! We’re thinking of getting dairy goats instead, but we’re not sure. Anyone have a preference?!!
I heart piggies. I had so much fun with ours. I loved hosing them down and wathcing them play in the mud. Not so much fun chasing them around the pasture when they escaped from the pen though. Pigs rock.
I don’t check in on your blog for a couple of days and I miss all the chicken butchering? How much longer before the pigs meet a similar fate?
Oh … and I want a Virginia for a neighbor.
Never knew pigs like weeds. Now that is some cool recycling. If we ever move out to the country, I’m gonna need some piggys.
Perhaps I should raise a few pigs – I hear they good for keeping the rattlers away. Butterfly just lost her sweet little dog, Carly, to a rattler this weekend. We’re all so very sad …
http://thebutterflymind.com/ramblings_0102_celebratingcarly.htm
YUM!!
I love me some pork.
And they’re pretty darn cute too.
April – I have to tell you a quickie story about why your post title is so awesome…
Last summer my hubby and I got home late from a friends house – where the guys drank lots of beer – and said hubby was kinda shnockered. (I drove home, don’t worry)
It was about midnight and I was getting into bed upstairs when I heard a lot of racket downstairs. I went down into the kitchen to find my husband standing there with a really big knife. He said he was hungry and that we didn’t have anything to eat in the house. (he was right…pretty much nothing in the house but a couple leftover cooked pork chops from dinner the night before) So he told me he’d decided to make himself something. Pork salad.
He had out mayo and two kinds of mustard and these cold pork chops he was dicing up into a bowl. I couldn’t take it – I knew there was going to be a missing digit at some point so rather than argue with him I went to bed.
He ended up making the pork salad. (later he explained that at the time it seemed logical…like chicken salad or tuna salad) He made himself a pork salad sandwich. Then he proceeded to come upstairs to our bathroom and upchuck the said pork salad sandwich. Needless to say, the next morning when I went downstairs to clean up his cooking mess, he was less than thrilled to see the remaining pork salad in the fridge.
To this day whenever one of us does something ‘dumb’ we just look at each other and say “kinda like pork salad”. Nuff said.
Love your blog!!! Don’t ever stop writing!