Easter is the Christian celebration of Jesus’ resurrection three days after dying on the cross. The Jewish holiday at this time of year is Passover, which celebrates the freeing of the Israelites from Egypt. An antiquated custom from this celebration was the sacrificing of a lamb, which commemorates the Israelites marking their doors with the blood of a spring lamb so the Spirit knew not kill the first borns in that house.
So, I thought it was rather apt last week when a friend invited me out to her parents farm to help process some lambs over the Easter long weekend. The lambs had been killed earlier by her father (a professional, licensed slaughterman) and had been hanging for 4 days by the time I got out there on the Monday morning.
As a chef, I really enjoy butchering. I haven’t done nearly enough over the years as I would like to, but there is something quite unique and visceral in butchering whole carcasses. For me, it leads to a greater respect and depth of emotion for the animals that are reared for our consumption. My fondest memories of butchery are from a couple of years ago when I was working at Brown Brother Epicurean Centre in Milawa. My Chef – Danny Neate – was quite a proficient butcher and there was always different animals hanging in the cool room aging. We would have goats, lamb, pigs and beef quarters in there all the time. I learnt to break down a goat with a saw and cleaver! Very fun, but very hard work (especially when I had other prep to do for a busy service!). I remember walking in one Saturday to about 20 suckling pigs strategically placed around the cool room, needing processing for a food festival!
I arrived early morning to their farm, which, as always, gave some stunning views that are so indicative of this beautiful region.
Having already made the necessary cuts to the lambs to process each one in three separate lots, we set up our little production line and got into it.
I can tell you, having a bandsaw to help but up these lambs is MUCH more efficient than using a hand saw, a cleaver and a knife steel!
While Phil carved up the lambs like a boss, myself and Ed packed and bagged. Ed is a bit of a foodie and an excellent cook, so we spent the time discussing what we were going to/could do with each cut that came through. Drooling over the thought of braised shanks, roast shoulder, butterflyed leg, slow cooked neck on polenta, grilled forequarter chops – the list went on. I can tell you I was pretty hungry by the end of it all.
After about an hour and fifteen minutes were done. All four lambs were bagged, tagged and in the freezer. Like any good country barter system, I was paid for my labour with cuts of meat. I headed home with a couple of bags of delicious, fresh, locally reared lamb.
This is what food and cooking is.















































































