The first
time I heard the expression “hog killing time” was in northern Virginia in the late 80’s. I was
facilitating a Bible study fellowship luncheon, and posing a question to the
ladies just to get the conversation focused.
Given that it was November, I asked them what their Thanksgiving
traditions were. The answers were varied, but for the most part they spoke of
sumptuous meals, family football forays, and shared spiritual traditions. One
lady changed the course of the luncheon topic when she smiled and said,
“Thanksgiving, with the extra days off, is hog killing time.” After a minute or
so of stunned silence, the ladies piped in with all sorts of questions, and she
proceeded to tell us what her Thanksgivings were like.
There are
no pictures here of pigs being slaughtered, butchered, or cured. I never
recovered from what I had to do to that piglet in my high school physiology lab.
Besides, these critters are known to be some of the cleanest and smartest
domestic animals. Use your imagination.
Hog
killing took place in colonial times from late November through mid December
since they needed to be butchered and cured once cold weather could be assured.
Even now, with refrigeration, the tradition has remained.
Once the
animals were killed, large kettles of boiling water were prepared for scalding
the animal, a process that facilitates scraping the hair from the hide. Then
the swine would then be cut into pieces that were more manageable. It has often
been said that no part of the pig is wasted – enough said!
There are
basically two steps to cure meat.
1. The fresh meat is packed in coarse salt
for about six weeks so that the salt can draw out all the water from the meat. The
water is discarded.
Peyton Randolph House, Smokehouse, Williamsburg, Va |
2. The meat is then hung in tightly constructed wooden
sheds with steep roofs, without windows or chimneys while a fire smoldered for
up to two weeks to dry it and give it that wonderful smoky flavor. It will
remain there for another two years to age.
One can see smokehouses all over Colonial Williamsburg
behind houses. If you were to visit practically any 18th century
home, other than a city house, you will probably still find a smokehouse
nearby. Smokehouses had to be replaced periodically as the salt and smoking
broke down the composition of the wood. You may see brick smokehouses on some
estates such as Shirley Plantation, but they also need replacing occasionally
due to salt damage.
For those of you unfamiliar with country hams, this is not
your canned or grocery store ham. (Smithfield hams or Edwards hams are two well
known brands) Let
me warn you, take seriously the directions to soak the hams before preparing
your meal. Serve smaller servings; say as you would Italian
prosciutto.
All these years later, I sometimes wonder if that family
in northern Virginia is still spending Thanksgiving
killing and processing hogs. If so, there must be some relieved turkeys smiling
nearby.
Janet! What a great post--so interesting! It sounds like quite a messy business (LOL), but very necessary. I didn't know any of that--thank you for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteYes, Amber, definitely messy. I love preparing pork and ham dishes, but will gladly let someone else take care of the raising, killing, and preparation. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteWhen I was a child, my grandparents killed their own hogs. A little wooden shed behind the house was known as the "meat house", where the hams were kept. They also killed their own chickens, by chopping off the heads, & hanging the chickens from the clotheslines. The chickens would flail, & flap their wings, even after the head was cut off.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the interesting post, Janet!
My father was raised on a farm so he was well acquainted with this process. I personally love super markets.Glad you liked the post
DeleteYes, quite a delicate subject for city folk! Growing up on a farm, I saw it all. It's an eye opener for sure! All that talk about the ham is making me hungry. :)
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean, Susan. And we have wonderful ham here in Virginia. Thanks for stopping by.
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