Twice a year when I was growing up, my family would contact a handful of farmers in Illinois that were still raising livestock the old fashioned way. We would call the beef farmer directly two weeks ahead and ask him to pick us out a cow. When we arrived, the local butcher had prepared the entire cow, along with a whole pig, a whole lamb, and several dozen chickens. We would load all of the meat into a trailer and drive straight back to our house where it would take us a couple of hours to unload, sort, and freeze all of the meat that we would have for the next six months. These drives were an especially memorable bonding time with my Dad. I still vividly remember the first trip that I was old enough to finally drive the truck myself. This was how I ate growing up, and that is what I want to bring back to my city.