(There's nothing in here about swine flu, so if that's what you are looking for, move along. Nothing to see here.)
On our travels, on a side road off of a side road, we came upon a farm. I'm not sayin' exactly where, mind you.
Out at the roadside, this farm has a neatly lettered, hand painted sign. The sign says:
EGGS
BACON
Now farm fresh eggs, there's nothing much unusual there. But bacon, well, that caught our eye. A quick conversation ensued among the four of us in the car, and a U-turn followed in short order. Foodies that we are, we had to investigate.
The farm raises, slaughters, and sells ducks and pigs, and also sells duck and chicken eggs. There's no store, per se, but rather an upright side-by-side freezer-refrigerator stocked full of goodies. It's an honor system. Take what you want, write down what you take on a clipboard inside the fridge, and put your money or check in the coffee can in the fridge door.
There's a sign taped to the door of the freezer that explains all of this, and then also this sign that gives a little more detail:
What? The carefully vacuum-sealed 1 pound packages of bacon in the freezer are not for sale because the smokehouse is not federally inspected? Oh, but if it were for sale, it would be $14 a pound? All that is missing is the "wink, wink, nod, nod."
Disappointed as we were, we realized that we couldn't buy a pound of bacon. But we did leave a $14 donation in the coffee can. And we sure are looking forward to farm fresh bacon we're gonna have for breakfast this weekend. "Wink, wink, nod, nod."
On our travels, on a side road off of a side road, we came upon a farm. I'm not sayin' exactly where, mind you.
Out at the roadside, this farm has a neatly lettered, hand painted sign. The sign says:
EGGS
BACON
Now farm fresh eggs, there's nothing much unusual there. But bacon, well, that caught our eye. A quick conversation ensued among the four of us in the car, and a U-turn followed in short order. Foodies that we are, we had to investigate.
The farm raises, slaughters, and sells ducks and pigs, and also sells duck and chicken eggs. There's no store, per se, but rather an upright side-by-side freezer-refrigerator stocked full of goodies. It's an honor system. Take what you want, write down what you take on a clipboard inside the fridge, and put your money or check in the coffee can in the fridge door.
There's a sign taped to the door of the freezer that explains all of this, and then also this sign that gives a little more detail:
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| Bacon - Not For Sale |
What? The carefully vacuum-sealed 1 pound packages of bacon in the freezer are not for sale because the smokehouse is not federally inspected? Oh, but if it were for sale, it would be $14 a pound? All that is missing is the "wink, wink, nod, nod."
Disappointed as we were, we realized that we couldn't buy a pound of bacon. But we did leave a $14 donation in the coffee can. And we sure are looking forward to farm fresh bacon we're gonna have for breakfast this weekend. "Wink, wink, nod, nod."
4 comments:
I'd be interested in the location... wink, wink, nod, nod. You can send me a message via FB if you'd like. Wink, wink, nod, nod
Excellent. If I ate bacon, I'd be interested in going there and looking but *definitely* not buying it.
Our ever-helpful government wouldn't let the local apple orchard sell their homemade pickles either. I guess I should feel lucky that I can still get delicious fresh unpasteurized cider there.
This just in! I hate it when this happens:
http://failblog.org/2009/05/09/late-night-snack-fail/
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