I am a meat eater, and in a fair fight, most animals would beat me. I would be willing to kill them, but am fairly sure that I would prove unable to hold the damn things in place to do it, because I am clumsy and a weed. It is not an easy job to kill an animal cleanly, and I don't think I could set out to kill an animal messily unless it was that or die.
Faintly related anecdotes: My ex worked with a guy who lived on a farm and occasionally turned up with very fresh meat for one reason or another. So I have had a brace of pheasant hanging in my kitchen until they were ready to eat, because he shot them on the way to work (not clear why), but didn't want the hassle of cleaning them to eat.
Warning: do not read this one if squeamish. Same guy also provided housemate-that-liked-to-cook-serious-food with a lamb. The deal was that Sean would bring in two lambs, Bal's dad the butcher would do the honours and get one for his efforts, while housemate Dan would get the other. Bal made the mistake of saying he wanted the meat to be very fresh. So Sean turns up one afternoon with two lambs and dumps them on the table, saying breezily, these were alive 4 hours ago, is that fresh enough for you?
To add to Bal's horror, it turned out that despite his father's profession, Bal had not really thought about the fact that a lamb ready for eating is fully grown, it just hasn't gone through a winter. So it was 6 foot of meat, sitting on a table in black bin bags. His face was a picture.
Dan knew, fortunately, and Bal's dad thought he was hilarious. I missed the 6 hour slow cooked dish that Dan did with the bulk of it for a bunch of the lads, but apparently it was delicious.
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Date: 2008-04-08 03:13 pm (UTC)Faintly related anecdotes: My ex worked with a guy who lived on a farm and occasionally turned up with very fresh meat for one reason or another. So I have had a brace of pheasant hanging in my kitchen until they were ready to eat, because he shot them on the way to work (not clear why), but didn't want the hassle of cleaning them to eat.
Warning: do not read this one if squeamish.
Same guy also provided housemate-that-liked-to-cook-serious-food with a lamb. The deal was that Sean would bring in two lambs, Bal's dad the butcher would do the honours and get one for his efforts, while housemate Dan would get the other. Bal made the mistake of saying he wanted the meat to be very fresh. So Sean turns up one afternoon with two lambs and dumps them on the table, saying breezily, these were alive 4 hours ago, is that fresh enough for you?
To add to Bal's horror, it turned out that despite his father's profession, Bal had not really thought about the fact that a lamb ready for eating is fully grown, it just hasn't gone through a winter. So it was 6 foot of meat, sitting on a table in black bin bags. His face was a picture.
Dan knew, fortunately, and Bal's dad thought he was hilarious. I missed the 6 hour slow cooked dish that Dan did with the bulk of it for a bunch of the lads, but apparently it was delicious.
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