Meat curing! The whole family can get in on the fun. Bob pumps the pickle; Junior grinds the animal into stringy material far removed from its original purpose as the constituent matter of a living organism Dad pauses from massaging a piece of meat sawed off a creature he patted on the head that morning before delivering the stunning blow, and Mom’s just proud of her sausages, if she dares say so. Land sake, people do say they like them. Must be the Morton’s!