meat

[bertine]

so, i don't eat a lot of non-chicken* meat. it mostly grosses me out from horrible memories from spending time at my grandparents farm when i was a kid. no one told the city kids not to make friends with the animals.

anyways, the way i deal with this is my infamous "meat grows on trees" but it is still touch and go on if i can eat it. however, lately i haven't had any issues with it and i was looking forward to having brats for dinner at my parents house when I noticed the neighbors BUTCHERING SOME ANIMAL IN THEIR BACKYARD.

I think I am going to be sick.

*i was attacked by a chicken once, i have no trouble eating them

Comments

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

Damn your parents really know how to party! I mean the best I've ever had was a clown, some face painting and a bouncy castle, are the "animal slaughter party fun" people listed in the yellow pages?

[bertine.livejournal.com]

yeah, my birthday usually falls on the opening of deer hunting.

god, i have a lot of food issues.

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

better than the opening of something worse like Tractor Pull season or Nascar

[bertine.livejournal.com]

it just meant that i couldn't hang out with my extended family on my birthday. tahnk god my dad was a city person.

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

sounds intersting, does your extended family have a banjo player by chance?

[bertine.livejournal.com]

hell no!

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

missing teeth and a tobacco habit?

[bertine.livejournal.com]

nope.

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

geez, so all they do is shoot innocent animals and gut em in the yard?

[bertine.livejournal.com]

the farming ones, yes.

[sand-in-my-soap.livejournal.com]

do they at least wear overalls?