Pigs Head for Dinner...

Yes, That is right... you read it!

Last night I had pigs head for dinner!

And what an experience...

(we only ate the cheeks - meant to be the best part, though I don't think that it improves matters :-S)

Lets see, I guess I'll have to start from the beginning...

The first I had knowledge of the fact that we would be having 'pigs head' for dinner was when mum carried the frozen object out into the kitchen and thumped it onto the bench. All I could do was stare at it in horror.

The fun part came when we had to prepare it for the oven...

Mum has a fear of most farm animals (and yet we live on a farm???) alive or dead. So it was especially had for her to cut the poor piggies head in half. So, she asked for the assistance of yours truely and my younger sister Julz.

Ok, I have to admit that I was almost as freaked as mum!

It was Julz that in the end took up the knife, only to find out that (besides the nose) the head was already cut in half.

She began playing with the mouth and making it talk, to say things like
"Hey you doing?" she also made the comment that it needed a shave...

It was quite funny... now that we've cooked and eaten the thing though, we don't even know what to do with the bones!

Any Suggestions...?