Capitol Hill Blue Forums Misc. Topics Food, Drink and Cooking Wonder what the poor folks are eatin' tonight?

I et beaver oncet. More specifistically, I et tail.

(Castor canadensis)

My neighbor hit it on the way home and brought it to me...
Wild Turkeys often cross the road in front of me out here. I've been trying to hit one for years but no luck yet.

Well ok.
After this last little bit of conversation took place I had my chipmunk, my squirrel(s?), and finally my (apparently now resident) possum show up, very cutely I might add, to my bird feeders.
You'd have to come through me to get to them to kill.

But that said, if you're going to eat meat, at the end of the day what's the difference if it's a cute one you see often or just an old scrounger?
Or a cow or pig that has been groomed for the kill?

I didn't plan not eating meat. It (and ALL THE PINK SLIME!! Lack of regulations.....keeping it clean and....healthy) just happened.
Ya know?

I was just about to post that when I stopped and thought.
No. For me, as I age, I just don't want to kill something to eat just to give me pleasure.
I would like to think somebody wouldn't do that to me.

Poor folks will eat just about anything, Olyve. We are all fortunate that we don't need to go to those extremes to stay fed. Just because you don't think of a carrot as cute and cuddly doesn't mean it isn't a living thing. I just don't draw any lines between animals and vegetables when it comes to taking a life to feed myself.

Tain’t right log. I mean--what about them starvin folk?

Olyve~My grandma had my mother later in age. She was the 7th out of 9 kids. They lived in Arkansas, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee and Missouri before moving to the Central Valley of California. They were migrant workers. Grandma hunted meat, because she couldn't afford to buy meat. She only had a buckboard for transportation until around 1950. Never had indoor plumbing(my mother and grandmother) until they came to California. I cannot imagine living that way. I never did. I never ate squirrel, chipmunk, oppossum, bear or coon. Only fish, poultry, beef, pork, lamb and veal. My mom had eaten oppossum, but didn't care for it. She did, however, love pickled pigs' feet-I thought they were gross!

She also used to take leftover cornbread, crumble it up into a tall glass with chopped green onion and pour buttermilk over it. Yuck!

I tried to learn to like buttermilk....The acidity that makes buttermilk so useful in baking and tenderizing meat also unfortunately makes it unpalatable for most modern Americans.
I could probably make it through a glass of cornbread onions and buttermilk(with salt and pepper) but my opinion of buttermilk wouldn't change.

That was one of my mother's favorite snacks....cornbread and buttermilk!
She was a city girl (Atlanta) though she sure knew some poverty. I'm not sure she ate much chittlins and things like that but they did exist on beans, greens and cornbread. Not much meat. Occasionally fried chicken legs.
My father was born on a farm in Kansas so grew their own meat.
My grandmother btw was one of 20 kids.

I duuno even I can relate to some of the stuff you're talking about, Scout so point well taken. When I was a little girl we tried living in Kansas and farming for a short time. We had no indoor bathroom and the telephone was one of those crank style party line things.
But it was also the time of the beginnings of fast cheap convenient foods and when we moved back to Atlanta that is a lot of what we ate. Boxed mac cheese, frozen fried shrimp, pork and beans.

Olyve, I think we grew up during the age of mediocrity.
Those post war years when cheap white bread replaced home made, when canned beans replaced homegrown and the TV Dinner was invented. During those years America lost touch with where food came from and lost the (unpleasant) knack for wringing a chicken's neck, cleaning a fish, or slaughtering a hog.
We became squeamish about food and taught our children to be even more squeamish. Far too many have learned to live only on packaged and processed food and are completely removed from the actual preparation of food as our grandparents knew it.