no amount of compensation can change the fact that the meat is dry and
tasteless, that boneless, skinless chicken breasts are virtually
indistinguishable from the styrofoam they’re packed on
And a diet with insufficient fat from various healthy sources is unhealthy. You
need fat for skin, hair, and to keep from being a dried up old prune, inside
and out.
I now buy many things at the Middle Eastern markets. They don’t even carry
anything but whole milk…no skim, no 1%, no 2%, no non-fat. The halal meats have
flavor and texture and fat. When I roast a chicken and make stock from the
bones, both the chicken and the stock have flavor, a wonderful texture, and,
yes, fat. The supermarket chickens are bland, they have a horrible, soft,
mushy, uniform texture, and what little fat there is often tastes just the
slightest bit old, if not downright a little rancid. Same goes for the beast
(of which I eat very little) and the lamb.
When I spent a year in an artists’ colony in a small farming village in
Germany, I used to get milk right from the farm next door. I’d carry my little
can over there, pay the farmer, let the milk sit and skim off about 3 inches of
cream from the top, or mix it up into the milk depending on what I was cooking…
Eggs from the hens in the yard taste like eggs, not like nothing. Same goes for
carrots, apples, all sorts of fruits and vegetables that have bright, intense,
even intense in their delicacy if the natural flavor was more on the delicate
side.
Big agribusiness has destroyed our health and our tastebuds by filling us with
nutritionally bankrupt, tasteless, textureless products or products from which
the natural flavors and nutrition and textures have been removed and replaced
with artificial versions of nutrients (enriched, they call it) flavor
enhancers, artificial flavors and colors and so on.
On Jan 3, 2016, at 2:16 PM, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Have you noticed that pork chops have changed, as have pork roasts? They
used to be deliscious and part of the reason for that was the fat running
through the meat. But then the health police said that fat is bad and the
industry began breeding pigs so that there would be less fat in the meat.
That means, dryer meat with no wonderful rims of fat around the pork chops.
And that is one reason that I don't eat pork chops anymore. That's not the
only reason. I've read about the conditions under which the pigs are raised.
Now if I had access to, and could afford, pork from pigs grown on an old
fashioned farm, bred in the old fashioned way, maybe I'd consider eating a
pork chop. Yes yes, I know about recipes that are supposed to compensate for
the dryness of the meat, but it just isn't the same.
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Sunday, January 03, 2016 11:39 AM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] More On the Pig
Just kidding, Miriam. I've never taken the life of any critter, much less a
pig. Even when my grandma grabbed a fat hen and hauled it off to the
chopping block, I could never watch the actual chop...well, once I did, but
never again. I did watch my mother hold a rabbit up by its hind legs and
whack it behind the ears with a short, heavy stick. But despite my
inability to do the deed, I never suffered from an inability to chow down on
freshly fried chicken or rabbit.
So the smart pig roaming around Roger's neighborhood is safe from me.
Just as the cute pot belly pig dancing around our cabin was safe. In fact,
if we'd not found the owner, we had talked about hauling that funny little
guy over to our eldest daughter's home. She loves pigs and at the time they
had a five acre farm near Yakima. Of course I do love bacon and pork chops.
I wonder if anyone has done a study on subjects like that? People who can't
kill another living creature, but can smack their lips over the hot, tasty
remains?
At one time, when my eldest daughter was around 4 years old, we were given a
Ginnie Pig, a rather mean fellow who liked to bite finger tips. We tried
giving him away but found no takers. Finally I said, "I'm going to release
him to freedom". So up the alley I went. I found a very thick stretch of
weeds and opened Petey's cage. Off he went. As I turned to go back home
our cat passed me, headed for the thick grass, hot on the trail of Petey.
Nothing to do but to go back and try to out hunt the cat. Even blind, I
beat the cat. So we went back to looking for some unsuspecting person. A
woman and her 8 year old son finally rose to the challenge and took pig,
cage and all. As they were loading the cage into their car, the darn little
critter bit the boy on the finger. "Are you sure he's friendly?" the mom
asked.
I assured her that he was probably just nervous, since he was not accustomed
to cars.
We never heard another word from them.
Carl Jarvis
On 1/2/16, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
That's terrible! Pigs are very intelligent animals. This one seems toabilities.
have figured out how to become the center of attention in his
community. I think he should be honored for his public relations
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Saturday, January 02, 2016 1:20 PM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: More On the Pig
This is the trouble with giving pigs a bit of the limelight. Just
mention them and they try to Hog all the news.
My cold hearted solution would be to gather your neighbors, catch the
pig, build a big bond fire and have a real pig roast.
Carl Jarvis
On 12/31/15, Roger Loran Bailey <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
The local television news just reported that about five to six miles
away from where I live someone found a pig getting into their garbage.
Then later in the day several other people reported seeing a pig
running around their neighborhoods. A news crew finally got a picture
of it and asked anyone who knows who might have lost a pig to call
them. I called my neighbor who also saw the news report and they
confirmed that it is definitely the same pig that stopped by to play
with the dogs. It is solid black. No one knows where it came from.
