tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327051242734642774.post8579188730879610955..comments2023-04-29T04:45:50.794-04:00Comments on Practice in Time: My husband, the centerfoldSusieQThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07472123869920926206noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327051242734642774.post-56654586038339647182010-03-23T19:28:59.484-04:002010-03-23T19:28:59.484-04:00Congrats to J! That's wonderful. Hope you'...Congrats to J! That's wonderful. Hope you're all doing well this lovely spring.Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00715879532362099469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-327051242734642774.post-77539666237337830602010-03-22T10:10:28.059-04:002010-03-22T10:10:28.059-04:00Wow! Congrats to your hubby! That is so cool tha...Wow! Congrats to your hubby! That is so cool that he's a butcher! I have a girlfriend who knows how to skin and dress wild hogs, chickens, squirrels and other assorted fauna--just yesterday she was telling me about skinning a 150 pound hog and it was 25 pounds bigger than SHE is! Butchering is becoming a lost art, I'm afraid--a few supermarkets still package meat behind the counter and can custom cut steaks, etc. but it already comes to them pretty much hacked up. When I was a little kid at the supermarket in the 50's I do remember squeezing shut my eyes when we went past the meat department because they had all the carcasses hung up behind a plate glass window. Traumatic!Vintage Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12442933020568560373noreply@blogger.com