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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7455 on: March 12, 2013, 01:30:10 AM »
I'm working on having one of those nice bucolic farms. At least in part because a lot of people will pay more for meat knowing the animal was well treated.

What makes me giggle is the different ways people name alternate sources of meat so people will eat it. Many people won't touch goat meat, but if it's labelled chevon they will.

And those marsh rabbits people eat, are really just muskrat. It's all in the name.

Fortunately, because of this there is a niche for people who are willing to raise healthier and alternative animals for meat. Thus, we'll have rabbits, fish, and goats as some of our major meats.

I'm one of those people. I figure if I'm going to eat something, the least I can do is make sure it is treated well when it is alive and killed humanely. I'm aware that that's a weird argument, but it works for me.

I find though that people can take personal offense when I say that. Not sure why, since I'm not reflecting on them at all, simply assuaging my city-girl guilt. When people ask me why I buy certified free range meat I've learnt to reply that "Happy meat is yummy meat". If I phrase it that way it seems more acceptable to people. Go figure.
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7456 on: March 12, 2013, 02:00:16 AM »
I'm working on having one of those nice bucolic farms. At least in part because a lot of people will pay more for meat knowing the animal was well treated.

What makes me giggle is the different ways people name alternate sources of meat so people will eat it. Many people won't touch goat meat, but if it's labelled chevon they will.

And those marsh rabbits people eat, are really just muskrat. It's all in the name.

Fortunately, because of this there is a niche for people who are willing to raise healthier and alternative animals for meat. Thus, we'll have rabbits, fish, and goats as some of our major meats.

I'm one of those people. I figure if I'm going to eat something, the least I can do is make sure it is treated well when it is alive and killed humanely. I'm aware that that's a weird argument, but it works for me.

I find though that people can take personal offense when I say that. Not sure why, since I'm not reflecting on them at all, simply assuaging my city-girl guilt. When people ask me why I buy certified free range meat I've learnt to reply that "Happy meat is yummy meat". If I phrase it that way it seems more acceptable to people. Go figure.

If I ever actually hit the lottery, that's how I'll get all my meat, from steaks to burgers.  Sadly, I've got to go with lowst-common denominator meat.  I think it's cows that were part of a bizarre murder-suicide pact.
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7457 on: March 12, 2013, 07:44:46 AM »
I ordered a new iPod and went to fill in the delivery information. All my mail is sent to my PO Box (we don't have the option of home mail delivery in my town) and for bigger-ticket stuff like that, I kind of like the security. Unfortunately FedEx would not let me enter a PO Box, so I had to enter my home address. Sigh, fine.

The day it was supposed to be delivered, they didn't even try to bring it to my house. They just left it--guess where--at the post office. What the...argh.

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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7458 on: March 12, 2013, 07:57:49 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

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« Reply #7459 on: March 12, 2013, 08:00:41 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

OK, that's funny!  Or I just have a twisted sense of humour...

My maternal grandfather was a butcher, amoung other things.  Mom talked about the only part of the pig they didn't use was the squeal!  When I was a kid, my parents used to buy a side of beef from a local farmer.  Dad butchered it himself on the kitchen table (with lots of plastic sheeting both on the table and the floor).
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« Reply #7460 on: March 12, 2013, 08:25:48 AM »
For the working Moms AND librarians out there:

I was sitting at the indoor pool watching my daughter take a swimming lesson.  Another mother, whose daughter was in the same class, struck up a conversation. The girls are both 6, close to 7 years-old.  At one point I mention I work at the regional library.  Later in the conversation, we are talking about spring break and our plans.  I said that I had to work so my daughter would be at daycare all day for those days.

The lady:  Why can't you take her to work and let her be at the library?
Me:  ...  uh...Well, she's kind of young to be by herself for 8 hours...?

Thunk <head on desk>  Yes, librarians don't work? Libraries are daycare centers?  What the...?
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« Reply #7461 on: March 12, 2013, 08:49:24 AM »
For the working Moms AND librarians out there:

I was sitting at the indoor pool watching my daughter take a swimming lesson.  Another mother, whose daughter was in the same class, struck up a conversation. The girls are both 6, close to 7 years-old.  At one point I mention I work at the regional library.  Later in the conversation, we are talking about spring break and our plans.  I said that I had to work so my daughter would be at daycare all day for those days.

The lady:  Why can't you take her to work and let her be at the library?
Me:  ...  uh...Well, she's kind of young to be by herself for 8 hours...?

Thunk <head on desk>  Yes, librarians don't work? Libraries are daycare centers?  What the...?

Sorta depends on the kid. At that age, in a library, I wouldn't have left whatever table I found myself at for the full 8 hours and would have had to be dragged away. If the other lady's daughter is like that it's understandable why she would not get why its a bad idea for you.*

On the subject of where meat comes from, I always knew and never really cared. Okay, so maybe I cared a little but I love bacon more than I love piglets so they lose out. Actually, my parents are planning on raising geese this year(if we like them, yay, if we don't, dinner) which should be interesting. My only worry is that I'm expected to play Mama Goose. This has the potential to end badly.  :-\


*For the short period my sister and I were homeschooled my mom worked part-time at the Air Force Academy library, so she'd take us in for her shift and we'd help her and the other librarians out. Surprised the librarians when we went back to school and kept wandering around fixing the places where other students had messed up the shelves...
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7462 on: March 12, 2013, 09:12:47 AM »
At 8 I would have to be dragged from the library too. Especially if they had a comfy place to sit and read for that long. 
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7463 on: March 12, 2013, 09:15:37 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

OK, that's funny!  Or I just have a twisted sense of humour...

My maternal grandfather was a butcher, amoung other things.  Mom talked about the only part of the pig they didn't use was the squeal!  When I was a kid, my parents used to buy a side of beef from a local farmer.  Dad butchered it himself on the kitchen table (with lots of plastic sheeting both on the table and the floor).

My FIL butchers his own meat. Unfortunately he doesn't follow, uh, standard diagrams of meat cuts. He ends up with ground meat and "roasts." I've been given roasts that have odd-shaped bones in the middle (I swear one time he gave us a pelvis he'd cut in thirds. That "roast" was 2/3 bone.) He thinks I'm weird for not wanting his mystery meat.

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« Reply #7464 on: March 12, 2013, 09:19:45 AM »
At 8 I would have to be dragged from the library too. Especially if they had a comfy place to sit and read for that long.

Well, my 6-year-old would probably be happy to sit and read for *most* of that time... but I can imagine that she'd want to take some breaks to go run around outside, eat lunch, etc.  Also, at least with many 6-year-olds... the challenge would be to not *talk* for that long.  A few hours, sure, but usually she likes to come running up to me and say, "Oh, no!  Patrick and Beth have been made slaves!  I don't think they're ever going to escape Egypt!  Agh!" and give a little squeal, then run back to her book.
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7465 on: March 12, 2013, 10:17:31 AM »
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The lady:  Why can't you take her to work and let her be at the library?
Me:  ...  uh...Well, she's kind of young to be by herself for 8 hours...?

Thunk <head on desk>  Yes, librarians don't work? Libraries are daycare centers?  What the...?

My oldest is 8 and will read for hours but I could never guarantee what day she would sit quietly and what day she's be restless and in the way.

I worked at my local public library before I had kids and during a teachers strike they asked all of us to take a shift of two in the branches shelving books to help out because of the number of working parent who seemed to think that the library was a free babysittingservice

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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7466 on: March 12, 2013, 10:19:04 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

OK, that's funny!  Or I just have a twisted sense of humour...

My maternal grandfather was a butcher, amoung other things.  Mom talked about the only part of the pig they didn't use was the squeal!  When I was a kid, my parents used to buy a side of beef from a local farmer.  Dad butchered it himself on the kitchen table (with lots of plastic sheeting both on the table and the floor).

My FIL butchers his own meat. Unfortunately he doesn't follow, uh, standard diagrams of meat cuts. He ends up with ground meat and "roasts." I've been given roasts that have odd-shaped bones in the middle (I swear one time he gave us a pelvis he'd cut in thirds. That "roast" was 2/3 bone.) He thinks I'm weird for not wanting his mystery meat.

Oh, ick.  My Dad worked in a butcher shop and has the diagrams so his cuts were all pretty good.  In fact, the couple of times my brother has shot moose, my Dad did most of the butchering for him.
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7467 on: March 12, 2013, 10:53:33 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

My friends had Oscar, Myer, and Weiner. Worked perfectly.
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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7468 on: March 12, 2013, 10:59:11 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

OK, that's funny!  Or I just have a twisted sense of humour...

My maternal grandfather was a butcher, amoung other things.  Mom talked about the only part of the pig they didn't use was the squeal!  When I was a kid, my parents used to buy a side of beef from a local farmer.  Dad butchered it himself on the kitchen table (with lots of plastic sheeting both on the table and the floor).

My FIL butchers his own meat. Unfortunately he doesn't follow, uh, standard diagrams of meat cuts. He ends up with ground meat and "roasts." I've been given roasts that have odd-shaped bones in the middle (I swear one time he gave us a pelvis he'd cut in thirds. That "roast" was 2/3 bone.) He thinks I'm weird for not wanting his mystery meat.

Oh, ick.  My Dad worked in a butcher shop and has the diagrams so his cuts were all pretty good.  In fact, the couple of times my brother has shot moose, my Dad did most of the butchering for him.

Yeah, I feel badly for wasting it (we tell him over and over we don't want meat but he gives it to us anyway) but I just...don't know what the heck to do with a random sack of deer meat. Yes, I could just crock pot it, but I really like knowing exactly what I'm cooking before I cook it! He just keeps bringing over unlabeled ziploc bags full of hunks of venison (which is completely unappealing in itself.) :X

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Re: Exchanges with People that Make Your Brain Hurt
« Reply #7469 on: March 12, 2013, 11:18:01 AM »
When my mom was growing up on a farm during WWII, they named the pigs which were destined to become pork chops Hitler and Mussolini, so no one would get too attached to them.

I grew up on a sort of farm (my parents had non-farm jobs but we had chickens, rabbits, horses, geese etc.)

We just never named the animals that were going to be dinner one day.   :-\ 

Funny story about kids and where food comes from:  When my kids were smaller, my oldest worked out that she was eating chicken but it wasn't real chicken because it didn't have feathers.

They've since been educated.   ;D



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