Its a while ago now, that Matt and I went to the Pig to Pork Workshop.
I think its fair to say that most of us, if not all of us, who attended this workshop were apprehensive in the morning. A pig is a big creature, and having seen how they are often killed around here, we didn’t quite know what to expect.
Martin, who was running the course, was in fact brilliant. He started by talking us through the whole process, explaining the need to respect the pig, and to ensure that she would feel as little pain or distress as possible. This was a relief, as I am not sure I could be party to hanging a pig in a tree and letting it bleed to death, fully conscious and squealing!

He also went through all the tools that we would use, and clearly but simply told us what was ahead for the day.
The pig had been without food for 24 hours, so it was a simple matter to put down a bucket of food, wait for her to put her head in the bucket, then fire a bolt gun into her forehead. She dropped to the floor, effectively brain dead, although her heart would continue beating for some time.
Then she was moved to the ladder/tripod that was set up. Our first job was to cut the arteries going into her heart, pushing a long knife under her collar bone. Then she had to hang for a short while to bleed out.

Now she was dead. The next job was to burn off all the hair, which was surprisingly more unpleasant than cutting her arteries! This took some time, and we all had a go with the blow torch.
Then we had to scrape of the outer layer of skin – turning a black pig into a white one. This also involved a blow torch, lightly burning the skin so that it bubbled and could be scraped with a sharp knife.
Once she was cleaned of hair and skin, we watched as Martin cut around her anus, and up her front, to disembowel her, and remove all the internal organs, explaining what was what and what was not edible. After giving her a thorough washing, inside and out, we took the heart, liver, lungs and kidneys to cook for lunch – which was absolutely delicious, except for the lungs which were just a bit too much like eating rubber for me!

In the afternoon, the pig was moved indoors, cut in half and hung. The next day we were taught much about different cuts of meat, use of knives etc etc

It was a very useful and interesting workshop. I now know that I could slaughter a pig, and that one day I will want to keep them. Of course I would have to buy a bolt gun, to ensure a swift death.
