Raising a Farm Girl

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Oh and I have to share this funny little story with you.

We were at our friends’ place for Canada day. They did a whole pig on a spit. It was incredible. In the evening, as they take the pig off the spit and prepare to butcher it all up into hunks o’ meat for their 70+ guests, Gabrielle walks up to Rob, the man in charge. She says to him with all her manners dressed up,

“Excuse me Rob. May I please have the tail?”

While the adults and children alike are watching in horror as Wilbur is getting carved up, my child is asking for the tail?!

He takes his big knife and hacks off the tail, plunks it on a plate like the grinch serves up the roast beast to wee Cindy-Loo Hoo. And off she waddles with a pig’s tail on her plate, as happy as…. a pig in mud?

I’m raising a farm girl.

About Amanda

Living a simple quiet life on the Gulf Islands, BC.

4 Thoughts on “Raising a Farm Girl

  1. That is fabulous! Glad to see you made the garlic scape pesto… delicious isn’t it?

  2. Jord on 9 July, 2014 at 9:45 pm said:

    A pig in shit, or a clam.

  3. Your little island home looks absolutely idyllic. I need to come up there and give that wee girl a hug!!

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