So I managed to get my hands on five pounds of good, thick cut, localy and sustainably raised, localy processed, smoked and cured bacon. I fried some up last night and... Wow. I can never go back So later on I call up my boyfriend and the conversation goes Me: "baby... do you think you would mind helping me the next few weekends splitting some cedar logs and building some thick food fencing Boyfriend: I guess so., how big Me: Not too terribly big, but I want it in sections so I can move it around, like around different sections of the woods and fields Boyfriend: .... this isn't to fence off a flower garden is it? Me: *innocently* nooooo Boyfriend: What are you planning to get now? Me: what ever do you mean? Boyfriend: *sighs* Me: Ok ok, I want to raise a pig Boyfriend: A pig! why?! me: you only need to raise them for about 4 months, they practically feed themselves when you pasture them, feed them scraps and offer them supplement feed and hay, they can be trained and you can eat just about everything on them! boyfriend: .... I'm still working on him. I might make more of that bacon soon to remind him just how good it is.