This past Memorial Day weekend, our celebration was a little .... unorthodox.
Now, mind you, I am formerly a suburbanite. I was raised in the 'burbs of a big city and went on to live in various cities and suburbs in my young adult life. Now that we have settled down and decided to start this farm, I am surprising myself (and anyone who knows me) by doing things that I never thought I could do..... like butcher a chicken.
Growing up, I knew where our meat came from (and no, I didn't think it was the local grocery store). I knew it was raised on a farm somewhere, then it was killed and cut up and packaged into the nice little packages that we bought at the store. I was fine with not knowing the gruesome details. Until I married a hunter.....
