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So I could tell you this now I don't know the last time I ate pork it has been a good 9 years at least. When I stopped eating pork I had also stopped eating beef and many other meats.

But I was not a vegetarian.

The beef situation was I dealt with it everyday from raw to cooked. And it started making me sick so I stopped eating it. Just plan and simple. The pork thing just happened one day i decided not to eat it. And from then on it became a religious thing. At this time my sister had become very religious and was keeping kosher so I Would say I Was looking up to her.

But the decision not to eat pork was something I had decided on my own.

So now I am at a crossroads which I just never thought I really would be. I always knew at some point I would eat beef again and a few years ago i went back to eating beef, but now I am trying to decide.

Do I go on with life without pork or do I start eating it again.

My family has a BBQ business so I am around pork all the time. And yes I do have my moments when I look at a rack of ribs right out of the smoker and think those look good. And i just want to sit down and eat a rack of ribs. But then i think.

Am I really ready for that, am I really ready to eat pork again.

And the next situation that has come up is me moving over to savory and trying it out. But I know for me to really learn and get everything out of an experience I have to be ready to try new things. Do I change my beliefs for a job, to further my career.

Am I really ready to start tasting pork? 

I keep going  back and forth on this situation because I am torn. I really can't even think straight about it. It's like I almost don't know what would make me happier. Because I feel sometimes if I do decide to eat pork I'm doing something wrong.

I'm just torn.

A Family Thing

The Story....

So yes a few months ago I decided to leave my big city life to head back home well I guess head back to my new home in Sturgis South Dakota.

Sometimes we all just need a little change.

But it's become a funny thing though cause sometimes it just sounds like a long sad story. I was living in NY and decided to quit my pastry job so I could go back home to work with my dad. Here I am a trained french pastry cook working a bar doing all crazy kinds of jobs. But the one thing people do not understand...

Is it was my decision.

I was not asked or forced by my dad I wanted to do this. To be honest it was perfect timing. I was ready for a change. So i think sometime people see me and wonder why I am doing thing. I'm doing this because I love the business my dad has had. He built it from the ground up. And I hope one day I can do the same thing.

I wanted to be more involved.

So yea I took the summer off but not from working, I guess really from baking. And maybe I'll decide to keep going on with my dad and find some more events or maybe I'll find a job. All I really know is this summer has been great. Working side by side with my dad and getting back to my routs. 

This is a summer I will never forget.