So where DOES meat come from?

[PaloAltoCougar]

This is mainly for cowboy, I suppose. My daughter just bought a side of beef for her family (I've told you the PAC clan is doing its part), and she posted the following on her blog earlier today:

Last night as we were eating, [husband] Joel was chewing with his eyes closed and decided to tell the kids about where the meat came from. "Mommy bought a cow, and now we're eating it." Great. I can just see the wheels turning in their heads. Luckily (I guess) my kids seem generally apathetic about death. I was trying to figure out a way to soften what Joel had just said when Ainsleigh asked, "And someone killed it so we could eat it?" Uhhh...hmmm...yeah... "How did they kill it?" Huh, I don't know, actually. "So probably someone was hiding in the bushes and when the cow walked by they jumped out and shot it?" I couldn't help but giggle, especially given that she was acting out the sneaking/shooting part, I said, "No. I am positive that is NOT how it happened." But just to be sure, I called the butcher after dinner.

Without letting PETA ruin all the fun here, how does one answer Ainsleigh's original question? I'd go with "After a long and fulfilling life, the animal dies peacefully in its sleep of natural causes, after which the filets and other cuts are lovingly harvested with the utmost respect." I'm not far off on this, am I? Seriously, don't answer.

[creekster]

This is mainly for cowboy, I suppose. My daughter just bought a side of beef for her family (I've told you the PAC clan is doing its part), and she posted the following on her blog earlier today:

Last night as we were eating, [husband] Joel was chewing with his eyes closed and decided to tell the kids about where the meat came from. "Mommy bought a cow, and now we're eating it." Great. I can just see the wheels turning in their heads. Luckily (I guess) my kids seem generally apathetic about death. I was trying to figure out a way to soften what Joel had just said when Ainsleigh asked, "And someone killed it so we could eat it?" Uhhh...hmmm...yeah... "How did they kill it?" Huh, I don't know, actually. "So probably someone was hiding in the bushes and when the cow walked by they jumped out and shot it?" I couldn't help but giggle, especially given that she was acting out the sneaking/shooting part, I said, "No. I am positive that is NOT how it happened." But just to be sure, I called the butcher after dinner.

Without letting PETA ruin all the fun here, how does one answer Ainsleigh's original question? I'd go with "After a long and fulfilling life, the animal dies peacefully in its sleep of natural causes, after which the filets and other cuts are lovingly harvested with the utmost respect." I'm not far off on this, am I? Seriously, don't answer.

You know that thing in No COuntry FOr Old Men that the spanish guy walks around with killing people at the beginning? That.

[cougjunkie]

I saw a movie once where they coralled them in to this fenced shoot and hit them on top of the head with a sledge hammer.

[cowboy]

This is mainly for cowboy, I suppose...Without letting PETA ruin all the fun here, how does one answer Ainsleigh's original question? I'd go with "After a long and fulfilling life, the animal dies peacefully in its sleep of natural causes, after which the filets and other cuts are lovingly harvested with the utmost respect." I'm not far off on this, am I? Seriously, don't answer.

How do they die? Thirsty. They are kept off of water for 12 hours before they are killed.

Most plants execute them with an air-powered bolt that wacks them in the head. One minute they are walking along minding their business, and the next they are hanging from the ceiling.

They do live a peaceful life, as they pretty much just eat and drink until they are morbidly obese. I always tell my kids that God gave us animals to eat, and we are as nice as possible to them until we kill them and put them in the freezer.

[Colly Wolly]

I did a pioneer youth trek with a stake in Federal Way, WA one summer when we were back in the U.S. for vacation. We had to pull handcarts, eat cornmeal mush, live like peasants, the whole nine. At the end of the three day trek, we made it to this base camp and were provided with vegetables, salt, pepper, and a live chicken. The menu called for chicken stew.

If we were going to eat chicken stew for dinner, someone was going to have to kill the bird. I volunteered. I figured it would be a good learning experience to personally kill a living thing so I could eat it. I chopped the head off the chicken with a hatchet. Someone else was charged with holding the bird so that it wouldn't run around afterward. I won't say that it was the most pleasant thing I've ever done, but I will say that was the best damn chicken stew I ever ate.

[Surfah]

How do they die? Thirsty. They are kept off of water for 12 hours before they are killed.

Most plants execute them with an air-powered bolt that wacks them in the head. One minute they are walking along minding their business, and the next they are hanging from the ceiling.

They do live a peaceful life, as they pretty much just eat and drink until they are morbidly obese. I always tell my kids that God gave us animals to eat, and we are as nice as possible to them until we kill them and put them in the freezer.

I served a good chunk of my mission in Dodge City and Garden City, KS. The slaughterhouses there (las matanzas) were slaughtering thousands a week. Feed lot after feed lot interspersed with field corn and milo along highway 50. The only hills in sight were the manure piles. The smell of money the locals would say. Not much of the cow was wasted. What was got burned off once a week. When the wind was blowing just so it was the most wretched thing ever.

The only good thing about serving in Kansas was the price of beef. We literally would eat steak every night. So much so I bought a charcoal grill while serving there.

[falafel]

I served a good chunk of my mission in Dodge City and Garden City, KS. The slaughterhouses there (las matanzas) were slaughtering thousands a week. Feed lot after feed lot interspersed with field corn and milo along highway 50. The only hills in sight were the manure piles. The smell of money the locals would say. Not much of the cow was wasted. What was got burned off once a week. When the wind was blowing just so it was the most wretched thing ever.

The only good thing about serving in Kansas was the price of beef. We literally would eat steak every night. So much so I bought a charcoal grill while serving there.

I lived somewhat near a pig slaughtering facility in rural Illinois. Horrible smell.

[il Padrino Ute]

Without letting PETA ruin all the fun here, how does one answer Ainsleigh's original question? I'd go with "After a long and fulfilling life, the animal dies peacefully in its sleep of natural causes, after which the filets and other cuts are lovingly harvested with the utmost respect." I'm not far off on this, am I? Seriously, don't answer.

Invite your granddaughter to watch Napoleon Dynamite with you the next time she visits so she can see for herself how it happens.

[The_Tick]

I did a pioneer youth trek with a stake in Federal Way, WA one summer when we were back in the U.S. for vacation. We had to pull handcarts, eat cornmeal mush, live like peasants, the whole nine. At the end of the three day trek, we made it to this base camp and were provided with vegetables, salt, pepper, and a live chicken. The menu called for chicken stew.

If we were going to eat chicken stew for dinner, someone was going to have to kill the bird. I volunteered. I figured it would be a good learning experience to personally kill a living thing so I could eat it. I chopped the head off the chicken with a hatchet. Someone else was charged with holding the bird so that it wouldn't run around afterward. I won't say that it was the most pleasant thing I've ever done, but I will say that was the best damn chicken stew I ever ate.

What year?

I lived in FW and did a few treks...

[FN Phat]

I served a good chunk of my mission in Dodge City and Garden City, KS. The slaughterhouses there (las matanzas) were slaughtering thousands a week. Feed lot after feed lot interspersed with field corn and milo along highway 50. The only hills in sight were the manure piles. The smell of money the locals would say. Not much of the cow was wasted. What was got burned off once a week. When the wind was blowing just so it was the most wretched thing ever.

The only good thing about serving in Kansas was the price of beef. We literally would eat steak every night. So much so I bought a charcoal grill while serving there.

I lived somewhat near a pig slaughtering facility in rural Illinois. Horrible smell.

Sugar beat factory in Caldwell, Idaho. My grandpa always said that was the smell of money. Funny how many smells money has.

[Colly Wolly]

What year?

I lived in FW and did a few treks...

'96 I think.