Sunday, 13 February 2011
Avoiding the age old question about the audible impact of one, this is the sound of both hands clapping. The sound of us all jumping up and down with excitement. This is Lady Havoc collapsing into tears of shock and joy. This is her and Butcher John hugging each other and dancing around like tiny school kids learning folk dancing. The Lord of Havoc laughed. He said he would take all credit because without his pigs there wouldn’t be any Yorkshire Black Bacon.
..But we can’t let him take all the kudos. There is plenty of glory to go around. John our Butcher Supreme, without his obsessive questing to make the perfect bacon, no award. Linda McCallum-Jackson, The Lady of Havoc, without her driving every aspect of Havoc Pork, no award. Without our customers, who have been supporting us for nine years, (we listened to everything you said) no award. The whole Waimate crew, if they weren’t working tirelessly hard at the factory, no award. And okay.. without Ian McCallum-Jackson, The Lord of Havoc, who cares about his pigs and treats them with the respect they deserve, no award. And, of course, without Cuisine Magazine, who saw fit to give us this award, no award.
So thank you. From the bottom of or hearts. We aren’t finished, in fact, we're just getting started.