A Brief History

Being brought up as 11 generation on a small farm in Denmark, I very early got an introduction to commercial farming. My father, like most other farmers of his time were terrible cooks and had no idea what to do with the meat and corn they produces after it has left the farm. Most of the products came of course back plastic-raped from the local supermarket, but it seams like there was no direct link with the hard work that was being put in everyday at the farm and the dinner my mother served us every night. It was not easy to be a farmer and most farms in my neighborhood had difficulties making ends meet. I remember several of my classmates families had to leave there homes because their familys had to give up the farm because bad economy. It was in many ways a frustrating time and prices on pork and corn meant everything. I believe that the frustration took away some of the care for the produce and made the farmers think more about efficiency and how to scale their productions not carring to much about the quality as previews generations.

During school holidays i remember waking up very early to help my father getting the pigs ready to be picked up for the slaughterhouse. The way we handled the move was to a young boy in many ways a brutal experience. The brutality was not that the pigs days were counted but it was to

and always remember this is a pretty brutal and i some way inhumane exercise - the brutal