Piggy

So, I was having lunch with a friend today and for some reason was reminded of something that happened to me in the fifth grade. If you tend toward being squeamish, you might want to skip this one.

Since my lovely hometown is also home to JC Potter’s sausage, we took a fifth grade field trip to see the plant one morning. We were exposed to, among other things, the fact that they have a machine that will skin a whole pig in 7 seconds flat. I don’t recall whether or not we actually witnessed such a thing, if we did I have (thankfully) managed to erase that particular memory from my mind. We also got to taste some of the spices they use in the sausage (which is good stuff, but not good enough to get me past the 7 second thing at that particular point in time). We get back to school just in time for cafeteria lunch which was….and I know you won’t believe this but it’s true…pigs in the blanket. I was so nauseous I ended up in the teacher’s lounge eating my teacher’s yogurt that she’d brought to have with her lunch (thank you Mrs. Taylor). Seriously though, is that kind of field trip really appropriate ESPECIALLY when the school menu (which, I might mention, is printed at least a week in advance) clearly states that there will be pigs in the blanket upon our return?

Oh well. I survived, but I still have flashbacks every once in a while…

Other memorable field trips from that year include the Omniplex in OKC and the Skate Place (where I “couples skated” with Jason Stewart), and the elementary school track meet which I had to sit out because I had broken my toe when I ran into the back of my sister’s foot. Good times.