A Slovak Pig Butchering: Part I, The Setup and Process
One of the qualities that I enjoy about Slovakia is how many traditions are still observed in rural areas, whether it be folk singing and dancing, draft horse competitions, or lighting cemeteries up with candles.
Some of these traditions are cultural and remeniscent of the past; others are born from survival. In December, my husband’s parents had zabíjačka (za bee yach ka), killing the family pig.
In the not so distant past, everybody in the village had a pig. It was necessary for survival. Now its less common though still practiced, particuarly by older people.
I grew up on a farm in Canada, but the style of slaughter is very different. In my experience, a number of animals were slaughtered at once but not much was done with it. The meat would be cut up (after hanging if beef) and stored in the freezer. I remember making sausages once at my grandparents and the smoke house in use, but it certainly wasn’t the same day as butchering.
In Slovakia, one, max two, pigs are killed and a variety of goods are made that same day. Many of the recipes use up the organs, so that you can’t even tell when you eat it. Everything is used, besides the toenails, contents of the intestines, and ear drums. Over the next couple of weeks, I’ll share those recipes here at Almost Bananas. Today, it’s about the set up of how they do it, which I think is fascinating.
The night before, out come two barrels adapted to fit a cauldron. The 50l (13 US gallons) cauldron pots, for lack of a better word, sit inside the barrel, set on the rim. Underneath, a grate has been placed in and a door made to make a fire on top of the grate. The fire then heats the contents of the cauldron. It’s a practical and portable solution for cooking a large amount outside. We use these for making gulash for large groups, or even for selling sauerkraut soup at events like the draft horse competition.
Also prepared the night before is a great amount of peeled onion and garlic. I think we used 5 kg (11 lbs) of onion and 1 kg (2 lbs) of garlic. They used to also go through the rice, to make sure it had no pebbles in it, but my mother in law says that the rice is cleaner now. A myriad of pots and pans are washed and set out.
Early in the morning, my father in law gets up early, fills the cauldrons with water, and makes a fire in each barrel. It takes about an hour to an hour and a half to heat the water to steaming.
Some families do zabíjačka themselves but my inlaws have a butcher come. He is 78 and still full of vim and vigor. He uses an electric shock to down the pig, then the main artery in the neck is cut and they gather the blood that comes out in a pail. You must stir the blood (with your arm) as it cools so it doesn’t coagulate. It will be used later on.
The hot steaming water in one of the cauldrons is used in a metal watering can to pour over the pig, it’s scrubbed with bell-like triangles, and washed again. Toenails pulled off. This repeats until the pig is clean on all sides, and then it’s hung up.. Time for a drink.
The pig is sawn down the centre of the spine so that we can get the spinal cord and brains, which are used for lunch in mozgy. As the butcher cuts the animal, the meat is carried to tables to rest, while the organs, head, various bits and bones are put into the cauldrons of water. The butcher puts bones into one and organs into another, although he said it’s not necessary.
Meanwhile, in the basement is a wood stove, where my mother in law is chopping and caramalizing onions. “How much do you cut?” I ask. “Oh,” she says, “until it’s enough.” This is indicative of the amounts given when I ask for recipes throughout the day. We figure she cooks 3 kg in the first pot.
The butcher cuts apart the meat into chunks, his knife deftly finding the right space between muscles or the secret spot in a joint. A massive cleaver hacks bone. Fat is cut for lard, even the fat around the intestines is stripped and used.
The stock from the cauldrons is used to cook rice, gel the tlačenka, and make the black pudding. As it gets used up, the stock is put in a separate large pot so that the cauldrons can be used to render lard and make the black pudding.
Other things that will be made today:
- mozgy: ground meat mixed with eggs and brains that is always lunch.
- jaternice: sausages made of rice and organs that you simply pop into the oven to eat for a quick meal. You would never tell there are organs in there.
- tlačenka: head cheese, which is bits of meat, herbs, and garlic held together with gelatin (remember filling those cauldrons with bones?)
- lard and cracklings (and I’ll show you what you can make with the cracklings).
- bacon.
- podbradnik: literally meaning under the chin, it’s basically fat smeared in garlic and paprika.
- black pudding: barley is cooked with broth and blood to a pudding consistency.
- klobasa: Slovak style smoked sausages.
- liver pate (here’s a beef liver pate recipe, inspired by the butcher)
- baked meat, which is supper, although at this point I usually just want a salad
It’s a long day. Black pudding must be stirred for three hours and it is dark before we finish. But the person with stir duty can chat with the person on stir duty for the lard. Dishes are washed and washed and washed again. The meat sits over through the cool of the winter night to be packaged, labeled, and frozen the next day.
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barbara
Jan 30, 2015 @ 04:58:48
Wow! This is real life, real learning going on there! Your daughter will have hands-on intelligence beyond her years with these experiences enriching her life. This is wonderful. Thank you for this post and the great photography. Love the steaming one at the cauldron.
Sonja
Jan 30, 2015 @ 15:18:54
Brings back memories. My family in Croatia still does this. I remember stirring the blood for hours. We make blood sausage with barley, instead of pudding. My mom makes “pogacice sa cvarcima” with cracklings, a savory cookie, which I haven’t had in years. Here in US people find me strange because I make and cook with my own lard. 🙂
Naomi
Jan 30, 2015 @ 22:45:53
Have you heard of the traditional food movement, re making your own lard, you’ll fit right in 🙂 In Slovakia they make pagač, something like biscuits and natierka as well. What great memories!
Karen
Jan 30, 2015 @ 17:28:41
What a great post. I love learning the way things used to be done, it’s fascinating to me. What a wonderful way to spend a day with friends and family.
Naomi
Jan 31, 2015 @ 15:00:19
Thanks so much! I love learning traditions as well. They were laughing at me as I went around writing notes and taking photos, but I think it’s important to learn and share these traditions so they don’t die out.
Zambian Lady
Jan 31, 2015 @ 00:43:19
I like reading about people continuing doing things as they have for generations. You must be having an interesting time learning new customs in Slovakia. I don’t know if I could be good enough at stirring the blood, though. We don’t consume blood in Zambia (except some ‘warriors’ in one tribe), hence my aversion to blood.
Naomi
Jan 31, 2015 @ 15:02:27
I’ve never ‘actually’ stirred the fresh blood, and by the time it’s mixed with the other stuff to cook it just looks like dark soup. Even though I grew up on the farm, we never used the blood either. Glad you enjoyed the post!
Debbie
Feb 06, 2015 @ 18:59:55
Loved this post. We don’t butcher anymore, but my dad used to keep his big family fed this way! Between home butchering and wild game, we were healthy children! Thank you for sharing this part of your life with us.
Naomi
Feb 07, 2015 @ 16:39:30
Glad you enjoyed it! Great way to raise a family!
Angi
Feb 10, 2015 @ 02:08:02
This looks like such an amazing day! I love how the whole family is working together. (and I love your gorgeous pictures as well!) Found you from the Homestead Blog Hop!
Angi @ SchneiderPeeps
Feb 11, 2015 @ 00:51:40
What a great tradition and the differences between what you experienced as a child and what you are experiencing now are interesting. Although my husband hunts and we butcher our own animals, there is a lot of waste compared to what you do. Thanks for sharing at Simple Lives Thursday; hope to see you again this week.
Nicole @Little Blog on the Homestead
Feb 11, 2015 @ 04:07:32
I love this, every time I hear someone talk about cracklings I ALWAYS think of Little House in the Big Woods. But seriously, it’s super cool that there are still families doing this, what an awesome family/community event and great way to be connected to your food. Thanks for sharing at the Homestead Blog Hop! Hope you’ll stop by again this week.
Kristin
Feb 11, 2015 @ 23:36:08
Great post. Congrats on being chosen as a featured post on this week’s Wildcrafting Wednesdays! I hope you’ll join us again and share more of your awesome posts.
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Marian
May 17, 2015 @ 02:55:30
Absolutely beautiful blog. I am a Slovak guy (yes, Marian is a boys’ name in Slovakia) living in Canada since 2002, but still visit my homeland 1-2x a year. The pig butchering story brought back some beautiful memories when we used to do it with my late grandfather. I am from Southern Slovakia (Nove Zamky), interestingly the procedures were very similar to those in your story. I am not sure what part of Slovakia your story is from. Thanks for sharing your observations from my homeland, and for being very considerate, although I am sure you must have thought more than once “what the heck?”. Keep up the good work sharing your stories.
Naomi
May 17, 2015 @ 22:31:47
Thank you for your kind comment! (I remember the first Marian I met, an old Polish priest in Canada, and I admit I was surprised.) How nice to visit home 1-2x a year!
What great memories to have! Zabijacka was near Trnava. Growing up on a farm with weird food, I was used to pretty much anything, and although the particulars were new, I find it very interesting. I like everything that is made from it (well, not such a fan of podbradnik) and I love not wasting food or the life of the pig.
What part of Canada are you in?
Marian
May 18, 2015 @ 00:40:47
I am in St.Catharines, Niagara. But through my job have lived in Ottawa (4 years), St.John’s, NL (3 yrs), and Winnipeg, MB (3.5 years). We are finally settled now and we love the Niagara region. We visit Slovakia often as all our family (mine and my wife’s) is there. We are still young, have 2 little kids, so figured it is very important for them to feel attached to the country of their roots. They love it there and constantly challenge us why we don’t move home. Canada is a new home and we really enjoy the life here. Looking forward to reading more stories from you. You live in Trnava?
Naomi
May 18, 2015 @ 09:11:52
How great that your kids will know their family. Kids speaking the language of their parents is so important to me (because I don’t). We live in Smolenice, but my husband’s family is on the other side of Trnava.
Marian
May 18, 2015 @ 18:06:44
Smolenice is a beautiful little town with a beautiful castle where I spent several days attending a medical conference as a student in the 90-ties. Have a great day!
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Ilona
Feb 08, 2016 @ 01:07:38
Hi Naomi! I’ve discovered your bog whilst looking for offal recipes and now return with delight! So many familiar dishes, names of the dishes, culture and even embroidery detailing on table linen 🙂 I am living in London, Uk, but originally i am from Latvia. This post brought me back to my childhood, when i visited my gran in the country. I witnessed once how pig was butchered, they would also cut it up the same day and use all part of an animal. Frying, chopping, stuffing was going on in the kitchen and after we had a feast with most delicious dishes! Thank you for having this blog and sharing your culture.
Su Buchignani
Mar 05, 2016 @ 02:06:19
I’m reading this just as I am waiting for our pig to be delivered. Here in California, we have someone butcher for us and don’t get to enjoy the sense of community that comes from the Slovak way (and the way of my grandparents). Thank you for posting this. I will show it to my 95-year-old aunt to rekindle memories.
Naomi
Mar 05, 2016 @ 12:14:32
Oh, I hope she enjoys it! The old way of butchering is lessening here too, sadly.
Elaine
Feb 14, 2017 @ 02:09:00
I have friends here in Texas who are of German-Czech heritage who still live by the old ways. They live on the old homestead. My family and I have been fortunate to help on two hog butcherings there. Your description reminds me exactly of the ways the Sciba’s butchered. I am so glad we were able to be a part of this dying heritage. (I tried my hand at making jaternice just last week! I had a list of ingredients but no measurements! I have to work on the spices, but turned out good for my first time. )
Naomi
Feb 15, 2017 @ 14:03:04
Wow, that sounds amazing! Good for you for making jaternice – I haven’t yet tried by myself. There are never any measurements in these old recipes, everything is “by eye”, as my mother in law says. The more you make them the better they will be and you’ll refine amounts.
Scott Rush
Apr 17, 2017 @ 13:34:31
Hi Naomi, my wife is Slovak and we moved to a very small village in Eastern Slovakia called Rencisov in December. We used to live in Saint Petersburg, Florida, and people think we are crazy for moving from somewhere where it is always warm to a place where it is hardly ever warm, even in the Summer. I participated in my first zabijacka a few weeks ago. What an experience! You mentioned they made “Black Pudding”, but did you mean to say Hurka? Hurka is what they make here in Eastern Slovakia. They stuff an intestine with bits of liver, blood, barley and seasonings. It is delicious. I was wondering if this is the same as your “Black Pudding”?
Naomi
Apr 20, 2017 @ 16:31:22
Welcome to life in Slovakia! To be completely honest, I’ve never been tempted to go to Florida – too hot! 🙂 Black pudding is not put in a casing, but does have blood, barley, and seasonings (marjoram). According to an article I found, hurka is the same as jaternice, although there are regional differences, like putting in rice or barley. I don’t think the ones my inlaws make have blood in them either, only blood sausages (which I admit to not being a huge fan of). I think black pudding is a British English term, as we in N. America have largely lost even knowledge that such things exist.
If you read Slovak…http://www.veselebyvanie.sk/jaternice-jalita-ci-hurky-ako-volate-vy/
Milan Blaho
Apr 28, 2017 @ 02:53:38
I remember as a young boy living on our farm in northern Wisconsin when my uncle, a master butcher (Mesiar) from Slovakia visited us to help with our zabiacka. We butchered two pigs much as you described, immersed them in a dug-out log filled with water, then added hot rocks from a fire to bring the water to close to a boil in order to shave the pigs. Then they were hung from a tri-pod to drain and cool until my father and uncle could begin to butch them properly. After lunch, the butchering commenced, the various parts were cut out and set aside, and my uncle would prepare the Jaternice and Klobasa, something to be enjoyed later. Much later, after my son married a Slovak, we attended a zabiacka not far from Bratislava in one of the villages. What an event! Everything was as I remembered except for the Slivocica that flowed from about 9 AM ’til everyone was finished!
Naomi
Apr 28, 2017 @ 10:43:14
It’s never too early for slivovica in Slovakia! 🙂 Interesting the way you immersed the pigs in the dug-out log with water and hot rocks – I’d love to see it. I really enjoy the communal aspect of zabijacka.
Denise Bryer
Mar 30, 2018 @ 02:28:11
hello Again, closest I ever got to your experience with slaughter and butchering
and
Hello Naomi Dad used to hunt rabbits and deer I watched that process.
I have a cookbook about Hungary and they show A PIG butchering and what was
made of all the parts
I came from Cleveland Ohio before living in SC So there we had a huge market
with the indoors for meats and dairy and bakery and baking items
What fun to buy Hrudka, a dark rice sausage, kolbas, salina, slayenia??spelling
pork fat cured and later on cooked over an outdoor fire and the drippings pressed
onto rye bread topped with slices of green peppers and onion.
Mom made kolac, kolachke, we called them, and at Easter a soft bread made with raisins . The nut and poppyseed rolls, sirak, etc.
Dad even made his own pickled corned beef. Made mom upset because he had
that meat in its brine taking up so much room in the fridge.
I recall people making their own wine. Basements in Ohio were busy places
where these things were done where it was cool.
The weather in Cleveland is similar to that of Toronto , but not quite as cold
as there. Some summers though were cool ones. Grandma Kiral had a grape
arbor in her back yard and she had a bench to sit out there in summer in the shade
I love your stories and be assured there are a lot of Slovak and Slovak decendats
all over America Mostly I know of them in Cleveland ohio, Youngstown, Ohio,
Pittsburgh Pa, New Castle Pa, and all the small towns in western Pa.
Because that was where I grew up and the relatives lived. I hope you find
a lot of connections there. much love to you, and happy anniversary. Denise
Naomi
Mar 30, 2018 @ 22:19:56
I love all these food memories.
The dark rice sausage was probably jaternice, which also has other names, so delicious. Lots of nutritious organs in it, though you would never know!
Slanina – bacon, sometimes not much meat. Yes, we also spear slices of bacon with sticks and roast them over the fire, soaking up the drippings with hearty bread.
Maybe one day I’ll get to the Slovak American towns and be able to meet people!