It’s a completely various world when compared with Southern Ca in which I grew up.
1. We survived my first disznovagas (pig slaughter).
It had been morning hours in September. My father-in-law and his buddy, Zoli, had simply slaughtered a pig; I imagined I was planning puke. Steaming blood spilled across the broken cement. Zoli’s scruffy dogs started lapping it.
This was my earliest disznovagas — or pig slaughtering. From dawn to dusk all the family took part in dismembering the sow: the guys hacked and sawed; the ladies described and bagged; we stirred the huge pot of bubbling body organs. The pig’s mind sporadically floated into exterior. With each other we produced website link after back link of kolbasz (paprika-rich sausage) and hurka (organ and rice sausage). Read More