I have two seconds to write this. It is essentially an unpost, a non-post, a post non grata.
It's Saturday, and I've been shopping and cleaning all day. I went to the farmer's market and bought a whole chicken. It cost four dollars more than a whole chicken would have cost at the grocery store (specifically, what an organic whole chicken would cost). I think I can live with this. I would rather eat a happy chicken who had a happy life not too far from where I would live. I think it's worth four dollars to me. I'm going to ponder it some more.
I've been thinking a lot about meat lately. I like meat, and since I'm trying to keep a fairly low-carb diet, and furthermore since I seem to do better with a little extra protein, it would be hard to pull meat from my diet. But there are ethical concerns about how the animals are raised, and I've been thinking a lot about that over the last few years. As I said, I'm going to continue pondering. I'll let you know what I come up with.
I hope you have a good Saturday night. Saturdays in early winter are nice, when the cool weather still feels fresh and novel. Saturday nights in February and March are often sad. Well, maybe not for you. I hope not for you. I hope all your Saturday nights are alright for fightin'. Get a little action in. Etc. Et al. Goodbye.
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How are you going to cook that chicken?
Enjoy your happy, local chicken.
We have a supermarket chicken for tomorrow. Hmm. It's probably against all that is good and holy in Blogland to admit that? My Saturday night is learning to crochet ripples via Attic 24! As you will deduce, Ang is a very easy houseguest!
I don't usually think about how my meat is raised, because I have so many other things crowding my life and mind. When people tell me disturbing things I still try not to think about it...BUT I did just buy a half a lamb that was raised organically just a few miles from my house!! So I feel a little better about my general state of denial.
I think about meat all too much, mostly how much I want to eat it. It's sad, but I won't lie. The life it lived hasn't crossed my mind until you mentioned it.
I saw a heron eat a fish that I sorta helped him catch. It was pretty traumatic.
I mostly eat meat that was raised here on the ranch, but not all meat we eat is. Like hotdogs and ham and pork chops and chicken. We used to eat home-raised chicken but I got sick of the butchering.
I love meat. And vegetables. And fruit. And bread. I love food.
jody
Oh my goodness! This post could have been mine. I've had those exact same thoughts on both meat and weather.
Blessings!
Deborah
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