FINALLY we get to the fun stuff in school! (
Spoiler alert: for my vegetarian & vegan friends an animal is hurt in the making of this story). So last night in culinary school I finally had the opportunity to do some serious butchering. As I was going to town and removing the entire lower extremities of a suckling pig, it reminded me of the one time I had a pet lamb. Totally true story! I’m being serious; when I was a kid for about one day I had a pet lamb. Well at least I thought it was intended to be my pet. I used to sing to it and everything…
“Lily had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…”
My parents didn’t really tell me the reason why we were harboring a small wooly creature in our backyard, but if you’re familiar with the Mexican culture you know it’s quite common to allow your livestock to live in the backyard. And if you’re wondering whether or not I grew up on a farm, the answer is NO. I grew up in a regular residential neighborhood on the east side of Salinas, where most people kept large quantities of questionable objects in the backyard. To give you an idea, most of our neighbors either kept chickens, roosters, broken down cars, undocumented family members, large dogs, or grew massive amounts of corn.