Meet Farmstead Meatsmith…
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“We are your local butcher. We hold history and tradition in the highest reverence. We believe in methods, that are infinitely replicable, by generations of practice. We process animals with our hands and offer our gratitude to the sacrifice of their lives. We believe that slaughter is a gift of plenty to be celebrated and shared. We believe that food cookery is inseparable from sound slaughter practices and that every part of an animal is delicious. We believe in the power of aesthetics, that beauty is the most potent tool in the lexicon of inspiration. And we believe in the powers of camaraderie, community, and solidarity.”
Keep it up friends. You are making the kind of difference that inspires many generations. It certainly gets me pumped about my tiny little contribution to the agrarian renaissance happening and I’m proud to be a part of it. It’s that kind of reminder the feeds every part of us. So, thank you again for doing what you do (and doing it really well).
Check out and get inspired by what they’re up to at, farmsteadmeatsmith.com & their media counterpart, farmrun.com.
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment;
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows,
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check’d even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at heights decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And, all in war with Time, for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Photo of Nauset Light Beach Before Sunrise by Rory Magnus
“My kids are starting to notice I’m a little different from the other dads. “Why don’t you have a straight job like everyone else?” they asked me the other day. I told them this story: In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, “Look at me…I’m tall, and I’m straight, and I’m handsome. Look at you…you’re all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you.” And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, “Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest.” So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day.” – Tom Waits
I’m gettin’ saucy today over at Working Hands Farm’s blog. Head on over and check it out!