For this section of the magazine, I typically embrace the gluttonous task of dining out on the magazine’s dime to help determine where you, dear reader, should spend your hard-earned cash. I chose to waive that privilege this time around so I could attend an intensive whole-hog workshop in March. The three-day event consisted of… Continue reading How a whole-hog workshop forced me to confront life, death and all the blood and guts in between