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SweetPoosy -> RE: Kill it. Cook it. Eat it. (1/8/2010 3:58:37 PM)
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ORIGINAL: afterforever
Most of the time, I'm half-arsed vegan. Not for moral reasons (although I'm not a big fan of some farming practices) but environmental reasons, which means when I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere and there's nothing else to eat I'm happy enough to kill and butcher my own food.
I've never shot anything and don't think I could, but I've killed chicken, deer, cows, sheep, goats etc with my bare hands or with a knife.
Totally agree with using all the animal as well, although the last time I killed an animal I think it might have gone too far... I was living with the Masaai in Tanzania, and they let me be a part of the orpul healing ceremony, which comes with a goat sacrifice. We walked the goat up the mountain to the sacred place, I made friends with it, called it Michael Jackson, etc etc. Then I slit it's throat, everyone drank it's blood, ate the kidneys and heart raw, the warrior leader got the balls and eyes, they cooked the liver but I think that was just for my benefit, made one soup from the spleen, pancreas, brain and lungs, roasted the meat, removed the feet and bones to bring back to the elders, took the leg meat, skin and tendons back for the women, then made the magical medicinal (and hallucinogenic) soup from the intestines. It was an interesting use of my surgical training to get all that done, but there was definitely no wastage.
OK, thanks for the dinner invite, but I believe I will pass on that one!
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Original: LinnaeaBorealis
I also discovered awhile back that I'm ok with eating an animal I know & who has a name. My brother-in-law's parents had a ram named Bimbo who was completely adorable in my eyes, but a pest around the farm. One time we all went to visit & sat down for supper. I took a bite of the meat & said, "This is really good. What is it?" His mother hesitated a moment, then said, "Bimbo." My response was, "Mmmm. Bimbo's tasty!!" & ate some more while my sister put her hand over her mouth & ran for the bathroom. [8D]
Reminds me of Maaaaaxxx the Goat. Maaaaaxxx was a nasty, vicious goat that my godparents raised. It would jump up on the hoods of their Z-cars, and if you bent over...watch out! He loved to butt people's asses. The farm workers all hated him, and the joke was when were we going to have goat BBQ.
So one day, Joe, my godparent's son, invited me to dinner...when I asked what was on the menu, he said Maaaaaxxx! That was sure some great goat BBQ!
I was also raised in the country, and my "Aunt" A. and "Uncle" T. had a dairy farm. I must have been about 3 or 4 when Aunt A. took me with her out back and she grabbed a chicken, stuck its head into a funnel sort of thing, grabbed it out from the other end, and with one swift stoke took its head off. Being only a small child, I was vastly amused at watching the chicken run around the yard afterwards.
Can I get a chorus of "Thank God I'm A Country Boy" right about now?
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