This Little Pig Went To Market

Slice of Life Day 17

We live in a fairly rural community with fields of paddy and corn (maize) growing around us, as well as many vegetables. Quite a few families grow their own vegetables and any surplus is sold in the local market stalls. A lot of people produce their own meat, in particular chickens, goats and pigs.

Hens dot the roadside with their little tribes of chicks twittering behind them, goats munch the wayside grass or scuttle across the road with their kids prancing up and down the ditches. Pigs are confined though, in a small pen. They are bought as squealing little black piglets carried home from the market in a sack (our neighbour’s escaped once and it took about half a dozen little boys and a lot of shouting, laughter and headlong plunges, before he was finally trapped and recaptured).

Then he just has to eat… and eat… and eat….. His owner will go around to collect scraps from other households and he grows bigger and bigger and more and more sluggish until….

pig to market

… it’s his turn to go to market.

20 thoughts on “This Little Pig Went To Market

  1. What an incredible slice. I love the allusion to a childhood story! Such a very different food experience from the one I take for granted every day where I live. Thank you for slicing!

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  2. Your verb choices were refreshing – “hens dot” and “goats…scuttle” allowing me to step right into your rural landscape. I enjoyed your ending, too, which caught me by surprise! The strategically placed photo worked well to keep me in the dark as I scrolled down to the bottom of the screen! We spend a lot of time up in NH, especially during the summer months and much of what you describe in your slice depicts everyday life up there! Thanks for this realistic slice!

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  3. I have never really given thought to how pigs are raised for market. Thanks for the enlightenment. Such a different look at pigs from the “This little piggy went to market…” Nursery Rhyme.

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  4. Your post gives a wonderful description of your rural life. I especially like this part, ” it took about half a dozen little boys and a lot of shouting, laughter and headlong plunges, before he was finally trapped…”

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    1. We (myself and my husband) run a very small foundational school (up to Class 5) for poor children, in north east India. Everything here is done by rote learning and no one learns much especially in rural areas. It’s challenging because the way I teach is so different, but hopefully we are making a difference, one drop (student) at a time. We are from Australia, been here nine years off and on.

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  5. I loved this line in parenthesis (our neighbour’s escaped once and it took about half a dozen little boys and a lot of shouting, laughter and headlong plunges, before he was finally trapped and recaptured). It made me smile.

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