They do rock – with tough ancestors from Essex

The title? Firstly a reference to a T-shirt in the States, trumpeting the undoubted virtues of the Duroc breed.

And also a note that the British Saddleback was crossbred from the Essex and Wessex varieties and has popped up in the depths of Cambridgeshire, that’s all.

So, today: located in the quiet, rolling countryside, barely four, sign-posted, miles outside the ‘city of perspiring dreams’, is Burwash Manor Farm, a fascinating and popular organic farm run by the 4th (“assisted by the 5th”) generation of the Radford family.

We arrived to find some of the family & crew wiping their brows and congratulating each other on having finally and successfully re-captured one of their Duroc boars, one who seems to make a regular habit of breaking free from anywhere he’s confined. If you know anything of boars, you’ll know that they’re smart, energetic, intelligent and persistent — if they can find a hole in a fence or wooden structure, they’ll work their way through, eventually  — so his almost uncanny ability to emulate Henri Charrière is hardly surprising.



After a walk around some of the acreage of their fields, we felt virtuous enough to decamp to The Larder, a beautiful, beamed, high-ceilinged barn looking as though it’s recently had more than a few pounds spent on a re-furbishment and now working as a great delicatessen. I could have spent hours there and made myself penniless. Instead, we managed to escape with a couple of pounds of their British Saddleback bacon, some farm-made Scotch eggs and a few other items that fitted neatly into the bags (and yes, we forgot the box of fresh farm eggs that we’d paid for!).

It’s a great place. We’re going back. Oh, by the way, there are a LOT of other shops there, not “just” the deli and there’s a working blacksmith on site as well.

Wild boars wreck Forest of Dean football pitch

And not for the first time… Here’s the BBC report via YouTube

People sound surprised that the boar is doing what it does in the woods….

From the BBC Sports News site:

Wild boars have caused havoc at the home ground of a non-league football club by tearing up the pitch twice in the space of one week.


Gloucester Northern Senior League side Soudley AFC is on the edge of the Forest of Dean and the club estimate the damage will cost more than £1,000.


It is now the third time the club have been hit with the troublesome boars.


“Our groundsman reckons it could be up until Christmas until the pitch is fit again,” said club chairman Ian Marfell.


“We had a call from the local groundsman and he said the boars had been on and that it had been torn up pretty bad. So after work on Monday we went down and had a look and the pitch was in a terrible state. It was in a horrible mess.


“More have snuck back in since, after we’d done a lot of work to sort the damage the first time.”


The boars managed to break through the fences surrounding the ground, leading into the Forest. Five years ago the club had to contend with the same problem but the damage was less severe.

Wild boar were deliberately reintroduced into Britain in the 1970s.


“There was a boar expert down there the other day and he said they are creatures of habit. Because it’s a cut field, they like it better so they get the worms and grubs and things like that,” Marfell told BBC Sport. “They just like to get in their quickly and dig up what they are looking for.”…

Northfield Farm; talking and buying

We drove up to Cold Overton in Rutland to meet up with Jan McCourt at his Northfield Farm and to talk about his great Lop pigs — a breed rarer & more threatened even than the marvellous Mangalitsa — about his cattle and about his philosophy on farming and food.

I’ve written up a history of this very old British breed here.

Much more on this visit later, so for the moment, here’s a sign outside the shop that pretty much sums up what he and his family and enthusiastic team are about:

Northfield Farm sign

Northfield Farm sign

and a photo that sums up the importance of this pig from the British Lop Pig Society

A rare British Breed; the Lop

A rare British Breed; the Lop

and pork scratchings by Mr Trotter

Mr Trotter scratchings packet

“On the wooly Mangalitsa pig”

Chef Besh is a hugely well known name on the US culinary scene and originates from the Deep South and is, understandably, wedded to N’Awlins. We ate regularly at one of his restaurants, The American Sector, whilst working in New Orleans. See the two stools, second & third in from the right? Our station dude.

The American Sector

The American Sector

Here, in an Epicurious article from 2012, he writes on the Mangalitsa and how and why he and his chefs are now using it in their restaurants.

“I’m certainly not new to pork, as I grew up in a South Louisiana enclave where I had no recollection of early childhood vegetables that weren’t cooked in pork fat, or vegetables that didn’t at least taste like smokey bacon.

Grandmother kept an old French Market Coffee tin on the stove, which served as the go-to fat for just about all her cooking needs. I, like her, just simply add the morning’s rendered bacon drippings to the can and consequently, when the need arises to whip up a batch of red beans and rice (or anything else for that matter), I reach for the most flavorful fat in the house.

Surprisingly enough, being that I came from a place with a connection to its pork — through bacon, tasso, ham, andouille, chaurice, pigs ears, pickled pigs lips, jowls, and tails — we knew very little about the actual breeds we ate. It wasn’t until they ruined our pork that we even began to take notice.

The pig of my youth meant a celebration, a cochon de lait. Some of my favorite childhood food memories surround the slaughter and cooking of the suckling pig for holidays, christenings, or football championships.

Yet, during the decades that separate my childhood and now, the pig became demonized. Pig was bad, and pork was even worse.We Americans cast aside our pigs of old in an effort to create the healthy pig, the “other white meat” pig. And whatever breeding couldn’t produce, we figured out a way to produce what we wanted in factories. Diets of protein pellets and no space to move produced the other white meat, that ultimately became even unhealthier due to the types of fat produced by these sedentary beasts.

During these bad pig years in America, I traveled away to make a formal apprenticeship in the mountainous town of the Hochschwarzwald near the Swiss border. It was my time spent at the Romantik Hotel Spielweg that reintroduced me to pigs–good pigs. Pigs that were fed a good diet, and pigs that were kept in pristine conditions, and consequently, pigs that produced good fat and an abundance of it. These pigs looked different and acted different. They had style! They were long-haired with personality, quite friendly! These were the types of pigs you’d want to associate with. These were the ancient breed known as Wollschwein. Each apprentice carried the responsibility of caring for the pigs: feeding, cleaning and tidying up the spacious “pig pens.” It was all part of the day’s work. Each month, a pig would be harvested and transformed into luscious bacon, hams, blood sausages, liver sausages, head cheese, and everything else that your taste buds could revel in. Not only did the pigs give us all this charcuterie but it also gave us the most lovely family-meals ever.

As years would pass, the status of the American swine would rise again, this time to the point of deity for the millennial generation. They had never known the pig or religion, or at least not the real ones, and this is cause for celebration for them. So much so that this generation now tattoos pigs, pig parts, pig products, and pig names on themselves in an unprecedented fashion, as if a new animal had been discovered. They show off the latest artist’s rendering of a heritage breed hog across their upper buttocks, lower forearm, hairy leg or hairless chest. Good pigs are now found everywhere! Everywhere besides where’d you expect them: the store.

We began raising Berkshire hogs several years ago, feeding them spent barley left over from our brewing program, along with a supplemented diet of green vegetable trimmings that we acquired in each kitchen, as we did in Germany. This produced some of the finest pork I’ve ever had. For years, I had been content with my Berkshires, until Ashley and Dave Matthews told me about Heath Putnam who breeds woolly pigs (aka Mangalitsas). They had met him through the farmers market in Seattle.

The Matthews insisted I give the Mangalitsas a try, and try I did. Curious as to how they would adjust to our heat and humidity of South Louisiana, I began with just a dozen hogs. Not only did they adjust to their subtropical environment, but also thrived. A diet of milled black-eyed peas, barley, and rice bran, as well as the supplement feeding of various green trimmings and spent barley made the meat and the fat succulent and delicious.

All of what we raise ourselves is used, converting the hams into country ham and the bellies into bacon. The other parts are used for a combination of charcuterie and roasting meats. All said and done, nothing is spared, and all that it yields is then divided up and distributed among our restaurants. We don’t have the capability to produce all that we consume so we leave it up to Heath to do the rest. Selling us the off cuts and through Johnson County Country hams, we have Mangalitsa bacon and cured hams at our fingertips as we need them. I’m proud to continue the delicious traditions of my youth and pass on the teachings of my time in Germany right in my own farm and in our restaurants.”