Posted on 09/14/2009 12:14:20 PM PDT by ShadowAce
Seems like the kids got the point of why animals are raised on a farm.
We got our kids a calf last year.
They first named it Mookie.
After tromping out in the snow to feed and water the damn thing all winter, one of the kids renamed it Cheeseburger.
Eventually, even my youngest daughter walked into the house one cold evening and said, “CAN WE EAT IT YET?”
Amen to that. What the heck are you supposed to do with domesticated livestock?
The school missed a teaching moment. They could have just launched into “Marcus is a surplus male. There only needs to be one sperm donor per herd.”
Then all the little boys in the class could be looking over their shoulder the rest of their lives.
At least 13 kids understand that lamb stew is delicious, as are lamb chops.
We raise some animals as pets and some as food.
There's another kind? :)
LOL!
Never could develop a taste for mutton! Good on the kids, they show a maturity that the grownups can’t seem to muster.
I'm game...
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead
And now it goes to school each day
Between two chunks of bread
I’m a big sucker for animals and don’t even try to name anything that I’m going to eat.
An old boyfriends mom (back to the land type) bought a pig to raise for meat and named it “Porky”. Needless to say, the pig died of old age LOL.
LQ
LISTER considers, takes the spoon out of his mouth and throws it away. Then he empties most of the bottle into a glass and starts gulping it.
RIMMER enters, dressed as a chef.
RIMMER: Well, a highly enjoyable meal all round. Obviously you can't expect perfection first time but I was quite delighted with the way my dumplings went down.
LISTER: Rimmer, real dumplings, proper dumplings when they're properly cooked to perfection, proper dumplings, should not bounce.
RIMMER: True, but compared to what I thought they were going to be like they were quite superb.
LISTER: So how's the Cat?
RIMMER: He's just sleeping off the stomach pump. He'll be alright. The lamb was a bit of a flop though.
LISTER: The lamb? Everybody thought the lamb was the cheese and that lemon meringue pie, man, what was in that?
RIMMER: I thought you liked that, you brought some back.
LISTER: Yeah, I wanted to try some on my athlete's foot.
RIMMER: It's not easy, Lister, cooking. When you're dead, when you don't exist, when you're made entirely of light.
LISTER: That's your excuse for everything isn't it -- being dead?
When my kids were little, we got chicks - both for laying hens and broilers. It was explained to them what was going where. They played with the laying chicks and called the others “noodle soup”.
No problem. And darn, that was good chicken...
How vicsious and cruel! I'll bet they even plant seeds to grow plants with no plans for said plants other than to eat them! Slavery! Vegans make me sick. They act as though plants were put on this earth for no other purpose than to fill their nasty guts.
MMMMMM. Rack of Lamb. Roasted, with rosemary. And mint jelly.
And lamb chops.
When I was growing up on a farm in Iowa, the standard rule concerning edible livestock was that any critter that has a name is safe from becoming Sunday dinner.
My sister and I had a pet turkey named “Tom” (how original...hey, we were kids) that we raised from a ‘chick’ and he was imprinted with the image of us being his mom.
He followed us around constantly like a spare shadow and always came out to meet us, getting off the school bus each afternoon. He’d come out and fan out his feathers and strut around a bit. It was his main, possibly only, talent.
In early November, word leaked out to us that he was going to be the main course for Thanksgiving dinner. The old rule had been over-ridden and Tom was about to be “axed” literally.
Come the day before Thanksgiving, we all dreaded what was about to happen and nobody would volunteer to be his executioner. Just thinking about it spread through the family to where we were all nearly in tears.
Happy ending:
We couldn’t bear to kill Tom for dinner, so we ate the dog.
Just to let you know-—I had tears coming out of my eyes, I was laughing so hard.
(Hic)* I wouldn’t know. LOL
Ask vegetarians if they feel any sense of loss when vegetables are harvested.
Then ask them if they feel any sense of loss when a forest is harvested.
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