That is so great to hear, msbelle.
I swear, one of these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Cordelia ,'Showtime'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Tom Scola - Aug 07, 2010 2:37:32 pm PDT #16780 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Cashmere - Aug 07, 2010 2:41:51 pm PDT #16781 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Who was Rupert?
Rupert was the name of our steer. He is tender and delicious. We know the people who raised him so they told us his name.
Liese S. - Aug 07, 2010 3:00:57 pm PDT #16782 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
That is so awesome. We should all know the names of our food.
I loved it when we bought a cow. But it was a Navajo cow, so it didn't have a name. It ate my trees, though, open grazing, so I figured it was fair to eat it.
dcp - Aug 07, 2010 3:03:29 pm PDT #16783 of 30001
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.
45 degree turns are loads of fun!
Yes, yes they are. Also 60 degree banks. And stalls. And lazy eights. And takeoffs. And landings. And...well, it's all pretty fun, really. It's good to hear you are enjoying it.
Getting back into it is starting to look more feasible. Maybe next year. But it's been (Holy Carp!) 15 years, I'll be starting pretty much from scratch.
Cashmere - Aug 07, 2010 3:04:53 pm PDT #16784 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I love knowing who's raising my food. Bobby's our CSA farmer and our other friends raise the cattle. Now I just need to befriend a pig farmer...
OK, maybe that's not such a good idea.
Sophia Brooks - Aug 07, 2010 3:14:50 pm PDT #16785 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
I like the idea of knowing my food, but I fear I will be like my mother the one year we actually bought a turkey from the farm next door instead of the supermarket. My poor mother-- her brothers kept calling him "Tom" and she couldn't eat.
amych - Aug 07, 2010 3:20:04 pm PDT #16786 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I find that knowing the farmer but not the actual food is just the right amount of distance for me -- we get most of our meat from our CSA farm these days, and I definitely get kinda twitchy when the sausages don't come from a local humane named source. On the other hand, it's not like I have a longstanding relationship with Wilbur.
Calli - Aug 07, 2010 3:32:53 pm PDT #16787 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I hope you'll be able to return to it soonish, dcp. My cfi showed me what a stall feels like in the 172s. It wasn't nearly as scary as I'd expected. (Probably scarier when you're not at 3500 feet with plenty of recovery room.)
I don't think I've known the name of any creature I've eaten. I knew a turkey that belonged to a friend's parents who was named and eventually eaten. Sadly, I didn't get to share in that meal. The turkey tried to jump me and I was not fond of him.
sarameg - Aug 07, 2010 3:50:31 pm PDT #16788 of 30001
Jesse - Aug 07, 2010 3:52:27 pm PDT #16789 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yeah, I've never known an animal I've eaten...
I did just eat a bunch of veg for dinner: corn and tomato salad with feta, and roasted beets. Nom. And made gazpacho, which I don't think is quite right, but I can fix it after it chills and comes together. I feel like all I think about is my CSA anymore.