Dare I say it, I think everyone had fun. The turkey processing workshop this past weekend was a success. The smiles were big on the way to the car, arms loaded with onions, potatoes, squash and herbs to dress the bird with.
There were families with kids, husband and wives, fathers and sons, and folks excited to take home their hard morning's work to share with their family for the holiday.
The hardest part is the kill. I believe whenever life is taken, the universe shifts a bit, and you feel this most when your hand is part of the process. The kill is heavy, loaded, and full of angst.
And then, you slowly find yourself on the other side of life. The first time you process meat, it feels like an eternity as you wait. But, as you make your way through the next steps, you begin to make peace with the your choice to eat meat and the sense of pride in having a hand in the process starts to build.
Pretty quickly, your beautiful bird transforms to something more closely resembling what is usually equated with a Thanksgiving feast.
Feet are saved to make a thick, delicious stock (minus the toenails).
Everyone moves through the work with questions, declarations, wonder and thoughtfulness.
And when we finish, I am filled with a sense of admiration at a group of folks, trusting enough to let John and I walk them through a loaded, intense experience. Helping these wonderful folks learn to process poultry reminds me of the importance of sharing skills. The sense of pride in the eyes and smiles of these attendees as they left with their bird in hand is enough to carry me for days. There is nothing I love more than to increase the self-sufficiency of our local community.
This week's harvest:
Blessings on the meal,
ps...read more about meat processing here.