Notes from Hannah: Behind the Butcher's Block

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Notes from Hannah: Behind the Butcher's Block

Hi guys, Hannah here, popping out from behind the butcher’s block! I’m buzzing with excitement as we gear up for our upcoming 2-day livestock processing class. Teaching this workshop isn’t just about sharing skills; it’s about empowering others to connect deeply with their food and their own capabilities. It’s incredible to witness participants grasp the art of butchery, from humane dispatch to the final cuts, and seeing them light up with newfound confidence.

Two weeks ago, I had a special experience that I can’t wait to share. A dear friend came down to visit and joined me on the slaughter truck. For her, it was an entirely new world—one she’d never encountered before. Watching her take it all in, from the meticulous processes to the respectful handling of the animals, was deeply rewarding. It’s moments like these that remind me why I love what I do. It’s about teaching, yes, but also about bridging gaps and breaking down barriers, especially in an industry that’s still largely male-dominated.

Being a woman in this field comes with its challenges, but it’s also a powerful reminder of the strength and resilience that women bring to the table. I’m thrilled to share my knowledge and experience, from working under USDA processors to helping others set up their own shops. Every opportunity to teach is a chance to foster connection and understanding, and to show that women can excel and lead in any industry.

So, whether you’re looking to learn the ropes or just want to understand more about where your meat comes from, I hope you’ll join us. This workshop isn’t just about technical skills—it’s about becoming part of a tradition that respects and celebrates the connection between food and its source. 

Looking forward to seeing you there!

All the Best,  
Hannah

P.S. Don’t miss out—sign up for the workshop here


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