In high school my father worked at a slaughterhouse, first as a herder, then as a "stunner." No mystery why he thought my sister and I were pansies, with our little tutoring and babysitting gigs.He has sliced the ears into "ribbons." They are like velvet! I'm deputizing him right now as my guest blogger:
The correct title was "stunner and shackler." Petunias captures it better than pansies. I must say that the pig ears raised real feelings of nostalgia for the Swift plant, the blood, the money.
this is like reality tv--only better. the suspense is killing us.
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