Thank goodness for the food co-op in Port Townsend. They do handle
lots of local farm products, including beef and pork, along with very
healthy chickens.
But times they are a changing. Cathy picked up a bag of granulated
sugar the other day and was startled to see that it is no longer a
five pound bag. It's four pounds. But for years my one pound of
coffee has been thirteen ounces. And now they have made the can
shorter, so I'm sure that if we check the coffee will be more like ten
or eleven ounces. The potatoes I bought as a young man, ten pounds
for a dollar, have gone up dramatically in price. I can understand
that, but what I don't understand is why those #1 Russets sold today,
look just like the culls we used to use as seed potatoes or as pig
feed.
And why do the super markets think they have to wash everything down?
As a boy, I would grab a bunch of carrots with the dirt still
clinging. Today the tops are cut off and the carrots are put in
plastic wraps, and watered. So are the potatoes. That ten pound bag
of spuds now has at least two or three rotten potatoes at the bottom
of the sack. Have you ever shoved your thumb into a rotten potato?
Yuk!
We shop at the local farmer's markets when we can. They still allow
for dirt and leaves.
But it won't be too long before we just have a feeding tube sticking
out of our necks, and we can hook up to whatever slop is being passed
off as food.
Carl Jarvis
On 1/3/16, 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.
