But I've been either hip-wading in pig innards, rubbing salt/sugar cures into hunks of meat, de-feathering poultry or having my hand up the backside of said chicken.
Lately, my life has been nothing but meat. And guts. And sharp knives.
Oh, and goat sex. Because apparently I wasn't disgustingly horrible enough to look at with dried blood all over me and chunks of lard stuck in my ponytail, I was disgustingly smelly from playing goat pimp.
But I'll have lots to blog about when this motherload of meat is finally put in the freezer. I'll reveal my newly-found secret for soft, supple hands. I'll let you know why I won't be heard from next April. I'll tell you how I got the homestead to be less stinky. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a silly giveaway.
See ya soon!