zzzippper
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How does this stuff evven come up? My neighbors don't see my meat. I don't se my neighbors meat. We don't have weekly meat comparisons. I just don't get it.
How does this stuff evven come up? My neighbors don't see my meat. I don't se my neighbors meat. We don't have weekly meat comparisons. I just don't get it.
My sister is raising one for the table.Her grandchildren have named it Frank.I can't wait to see how this plays out ;-)
I once dated a recently divorced woman who had me over for grilled steaks one night. She is also a ranch owner and slaughters her own beef. Couldn't figure out why she kept calling the steaks "Bill" until I figured out the name of her most recent ex-husband...Do you name it?
We buy it and he lets it graze. Then, in the fall, we slaughter, clean & dress, age, butcher and wrap it for the quick-freeze freezer.
In order to make beef fit for human consumption, in my opinion, the cow must be put up in a barn and fattened up on corn or some type of grain for several weeks prior to slaughter.
Grass fed beef sounds all wonderful, but I'd rather eat a boot.
People are strange. My neighbor won't eat our eggs because they didn't come from a store, and they're brown. She grew up in the city.
People are strange. My neighbor won't eat our eggs because they didn't come from a store, and they're brown. She grew up in the city.