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This week's series on pork reminds me of raising pigs on a farm in Minnesota. We fed them a mix containing a lot of oats, so their meat was lean and tender and delicious.
When we first moved to a farm, we didn't have any animals of our own, but we rented our barn to a neighbor for some sows that were about to farrow. When the first one started giving birth, my oldest son, who was about five, came running in and said to me, "Mommy, one of the pigs is having babies, hundreds of 'em."