Stinky Yuck

Tomorrow we are going to a pork processing plant in Illinois. At the entrance, there will be trucks coming in with live pigs. We will be there to pick them up when they are no longer alive. Of course, it smells. And we sometimes have blood running out the back of the truck. That's how "fresh" the meat is. We will be taking it to the Chicago area to a sausage processing plant. I would rather not know about all this. I would rather just go to the store and buy sausage and not see what eating sausage really means. Poor little things!