Chez Spud

…but hold your nose because my breath doesn’t smell too sweet….
This is Prudence, a Middle White pig. A rare and endangered species in the UK. Can’t think why…although, to be fair, both the Emperor of Japan and Anthony Worral Thompson keep herds of Middle Whites as they believe they produce the best tasting pork. An [...]

News just in…the pigs are deceased and my freezer is now well stocked. I’m amazed at just how much meat one pig produces, and that’s without the sausages. We’ll be eating pork until the end of time.
The meat arrived in a fairly bulky way…huge, massive rolls of shoulder/leg which we puzzled over for a while [...]

Is Chez Spud broken…have those bloody butterflies finally done their worst? I’ve had a couple of emails from people saying they can’t get my blog to load properly, it just continually reloads when they want to comment. It’s not doing that for me or MrSpud, what’s going on? If you’re having the same problem can [...]

Look look look! It’s hard to know which to love more…the purple sparkly shoes or the purple heart tights…but the combination is a winner. Helpfully Little Miss Stylish was snapped on these yellowish tiles, oh so Wizard of Oz. So I called this photo ‘Dorothy’s Weekend Shoes’. Perhaps she flirts with purple sparklers on a [...]

‘That’ time is approaching…the little piggies we have nurtured from piglets are now fully grown and ready to go to the sausage factory in the sky. Well, the slaughter house/butcher in the next town. I feel a little sadder about this than anticipated … watching them potter about in the Autumn sunshine is quite lovely. [...]

Playing along with Jane of Spain Daily, and her Corner View. This week it’s ‘A Place of Reflection’.
Controversially, I snapped this with my old Sony P&S. The Nikon is thus sulking and pretending not to care, but I can tell that she’s hurting inside. Don’t worry trusty Nikon, it was a spontaneous shot..I was pig [...]

Somewhat alarmingly, HRH Blogger of Note Extranjera keeps goading me to fish out that swishy wig and put it on a pig. “Pig ‘n’ Wig” she calls it, like “Guns ‘n’ Roses”, or “Pick ‘n’ Mix” (Let’s take a collective moment to mourn the passing of Woolworths shall we? UK peeps only….)
Never one to shy [...]