We used to belong to the local homeschool association. On one of the get-togethers, one of my kids told another kid about scrapple and other things we made when I butchered. Word got to the organizer and they all wanted to come help!
I was excited about having all those kids and parents help, so picked out four nice 300lb hogs for demonstration day.
You can probably imagine what's coming, but in my ignorance I enthusiasticaly plowed ahead.
They wanted to see the whole operation.
Lost the first homeschoolers after shooting and sticking the first hog. But THEN some of the kids got in the SPIRIT! One of my kids started painting indian faces with the blood out behind a shed, much to the dismay of their parents.
Still had enough man power around, so we went ahead and scalded and scraped one of them to show 'em how we made Scrunchions, and skinned the rest. Boiled the offal and head on the fire. By this time the crowd had really thinned out. When I pulled the skull out I offered it to one of the kids to take home,who was thrilled, but later found it next to the driveway.
Offered the other three heads so folks could make their own, but no takers.
Jeeze, that was 20 years ago and I still hear strange tales about it around town! Couple weeks ago a stapping young feller came up to me in the tavern and re-introduced himself as the recipient of the hog skull. He still gives his folks a bad time about it he says.
"You can put lipstick on a pig, it's still a pig. You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change. It's still going to stink after eight years."