madebyyouandi
Senior Member
My dad's family came to America directly from the Azores and all settled in the same sleepy town. Every year, twice a year, the family came together and purchased a cow and a couple of pigs and slaughtered them, dividing the parts and selling the bits (like the leather) they didn't use.
It was a great experience watching the whole process growing up -- not a thing was wasted (and so I have a taste for things like blood pudding and offal like brains).
And nothing is quite as delicious as freshly killed poultry. The stuff they sell in the markets doesn't really taste like chicken (which might be why I prefer tofu these days).
It was a great experience watching the whole process growing up -- not a thing was wasted (and so I have a taste for things like blood pudding and offal like brains).
And nothing is quite as delicious as freshly killed poultry. The stuff they sell in the markets doesn't really taste like chicken (which might be why I prefer tofu these days).