This past weekend was a bit surreal - in the midst of the hard work, the puzzling over 'what next' and the buzz of people around us offering their help - I would pause and almost burst out laughing, astonished at where I was and what I was doing.
I grew up on a mixed farm and was around when we would butcher a cow, seeing only parts of the process and really only ever helping out with the meat wrapping inside our house. This weekend I witnessed and helped out in (almost) the whole process of butchering a steer. I wasn't there when it was killed but arrived soon after, with my Dad who was willing to coach us through the skinning and cleaning of the carcass.
It was V's first time doing this as well and his first step in his venture of raising and providing baby beef to local consumers, the local consumers at this time being his family. The idea of baby beef is that the calf is born in the spring, butchered in the summer and lives a life rich in grass and milk: no need for grains or supplements to bulk it up or get it through the winter. It is natural, young beef - lean and tender. Key to this is also that it lives a no-stress life: no feedlots, no getting on trailers and being shipped to auction or even to a slaughter house. It is born, lives and dies all on the native prairies grass.
We let the carcass hang over night and then the next day began the process of cutting and wrapping. With a little help from a couple of V's family members (whom I don't think had actually ever done this before, either) and a book - as well as a couple calls to my parents - we began. When the suggestion was made (around 4pm) that we could some of it today and the rest tomorrow, my face showed my opinion clearly: "no way!" It wasn't bad work - but it was not something I wanted to drag into a 3 day process. Although when I heard the concern in my Mom's voice when I said we were about a quarter done (after working for a couple hours) I thought we may need to call them in as reinforcements. Luckily - V's Dad had the same idea, he made a call to a local neighbour who hunts a lot and in a couple hours later we had we being guided by the 'pros': 4 gents in camouflage arrived to help out, they'd been delayed because they had to finish gutting out the deer they had shot earlier.
With their help - we finished up around 10 and by midnight (after all the cleaning was done) fell into bed, exhausted but feeling fulfilled and accomplished. All that remained to do was grind the hamburger (which you do later, after it has frozen a bit) and to divide out the packages among the family.
Now some of you would know me as a fairly strict vegetarian but that was driven by the mistrust I felt for the food I was finding in the grocery stores and restaurants, in our mainstream way of raising and growing food. And for that time in my life and with what was around me - being vegetarian and sticking to a label that was a bit more black/white made it easier for me to make choices and to also communicate to other my choices. In reality - it was never was that black/white. So I am embracing the grey as a beautiful shade to paint with and am finding out that most people 'get it' and accept it. At least the people who matter to me and that I am around a lot.
So this is where my food journey has taken me - I have learned about the delights of local food in Italy, have been an avid label reader and discerning shopper in the Netherlands, have sung the praises of the organic veg and fruit I could get delivered to my doorstep in Singapore, have sampled local delights like fresh caught and grilled fish in Laos, and now I am getting even closer to my food in Canada: working my way to become producer as well as consumer and enjoying the sense of fulfilment it brings to me and to those around me.
As an aside note: I really didn't know if I would be able to handle doing this... but wasn't really turned off during the process. Yet I still gag when it comes to taking out the compost or feeding the chickens scraps... I can't figure that out.