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Show me the Bacon!

 I haven't given up on wanting a family milk cow, but now I want a pig to go with her.  Two pigs, actually because they need a friend.  Now hear me out, I haven't come to this conclusion on a whim.  I've given it at least a full sink load of dishes worth of thought.  

I need pigs.  We discard a lot of food.  My picky eaters, love something one night and won't touch it the next.  I never get everyone on the same page at the same time.  I hate food waste.  Currently, we compost it.  Which is great.  It feeds the worms that create really nice mulch for the garden.  And then I grow more vegetables that nobody wants to eat.  

Pigs.  Pigs will also eat that discarded food, and pigs turn food waste into bacon.  My whole family will eat bacon.  If the bacon was grown on discarded vegetables, and my family eats the bacon, it stands to reason that they are actually eating their vegetables after all, right?  Mom for the win! 

Now, that I have a solution to my first-world problem, I just need to finance it.  The blog ads didn't really work out for the cow.  Mostly because I didn't turn them on.  So I think I'll create a Patreon account for the family pigs.  Just think of all the good you will be doing for the community by supporting this pig journey.  Once you do, tell me what it is, so I can tell the others.  (There will be some fresh veggies in it for you.)  

And listen, I don't need much.  Just enough for fencing and a small shelter.  The pigs themselves are easy to get.  People are giving away their pets on Facebook all the time.  One man's potbelly is another man's prosciutto.  I have never understood having a pet that doesn't give something in return.  Give me all the cows, pigs, squirrels, and chickens!  

And don't forget to support your local farms!

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