tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post2206001692648030543..comments2024-03-01T09:52:07.585+01:00Comments on gustia: Pow Pow your DinnerGustiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03602047432864589953noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post-47576421016913192062013-03-01T20:03:16.549+01:002013-03-01T20:03:16.549+01:00Hmm...Oh, I knew that you would have something rea...Hmm...Oh, I knew that you would have something really interesting to say about this subject and of course, I wasn't disappointed. Was I shocked the first time that I saw that horse meat was sold at the market in Arles? Well, for a second, until, as I told you, I thought of all of the craaaazy things I had seen people eat in foreign countries. <br /><br />Remi told me that part of the horse meat scandal is arriving due to the law in Poland restricting horse carts from being on the roads. So the horses are being killed for meat. That made me sad, I admit. <br /><br />As a meat eater, something shifted in this past year, even before this scandal. Remi and I no longer want to eat industrial meat or poultry. We do still buy our fish at the hypermarché but I imagine that will change too..<br /><br />Thank you for the fantastic post.<br />H. Heather Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01316279029849503437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post-86980483314842012802013-03-01T10:25:09.402+01:002013-03-01T10:25:09.402+01:00Good to meet you too! Heather sent me to your blo...Good to meet you too! Heather sent me to your blog yesterday to read her post and then I lingered like an unemployed patron at a French café! I just love it. So insightful and timely... About meat, I agree with you. Big Food: very worrisome and unsustainable.Gustiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03602047432864589953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post-44654841478489252882013-02-28T20:06:12.347+01:002013-02-28T20:06:12.347+01:00I spent my childhood with an aversion to any meat ...I spent my childhood with an aversion to any meat that wasn't prepared by my mother. She didn't raise it or butcher it...just cooked it. I didn't trust anyone else. I spent my life up to that point picking things out of my meal. And I was really really skinny so my poor mother always got an earful about her daughter that didnt eat anything when every we were at a function or family dinner etc. It wasn't until I was in chef training, and got stuck a whole month in the butchery. God I thought I'd died and gone to hell. I tried EVERYTHING to get out of that part of the class. Short of phoning in sick everyday. But since i was the oldest in the class of 20 yr olds I sucked it up,. And as it happened I came to appreciate THEANIMAL. I had multiple chickens to take apart, pigs, cows and a sheep. Basically our little group had to prep the meat for the whole school for a month. We used to have contests of who could dismember a chicken the fastest. Who could french a wrack of lamb the fastest and who could remove the skin on a stack of ribs the fastest. Well what else do 20 yr olds do for fun in a butchery? I think I was 38 or so. And was considered the one they had to watch their language around. You know your old when they all stop cussing around you. If you know where it comes from or what it was originally. It just makes a better meal. I think I learned the most from that month than any other....well maybe the bottle of vodka poured into a watermelon was a good day and the deep fried brussel sprouts in batter were also a memorable day. Not to mention the day i spent with a box of eggs learning how to flip them in a fryingpan over a garbage can. It took only three flips. ....Everyone should take a chef's training coarse available at most community colleges. The fear of food and cooking will forever be a memory. Well there was that Log home builder training coarse....and that construction coarse for women coarse....Honestly I don't know how anyone can waste time sitting on EI when there are so many training coarses out there .....Anytime I was gainfully unemployed I couldn't wait for some officious civil servant to SIGN ME UP for something really different. fiftyfinallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16019730729530487031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post-15557212991916294682013-02-28T19:33:24.056+01:002013-02-28T19:33:24.056+01:00First off, I'm delighted to meet you, I think ...First off, I'm delighted to meet you, I think via Heather in Arles. So pleased you stopped by to comment <i>chez moi</i>.<br /><br />Secondly, I suppose the difference in feelings over horse meat versus cows, or any number of other animals, is the fact that some have relationships (for lack of a better term) with their horses, whereas they don't raise, care for, and love their cows.<br /><br />I'm not a horsewoman, I don't think I've eaten horse meat in France, but then again, I've gone back and forth for more than 30 years, so who knows.<br /><br />I am a meat eater; I don't feel well without the iron and B12, and I enjoy meat (and poultry and fish), though I eat and cook with tons of veggies, which I love. <br /><br />Like many, I absolutely hate to see animals killed or butchered, and the thought of the slaughter houses (not to mention Big Food, particularly in the US) - all very disturbing. Worse than disturbing.<br /><br />When I do eat meat, I have some small assurances that it is more humanely raised and without hormones, due to where I purchase it - not as good as when living in France and <i>truly </i> knowing the origin of the local butcher shop's meats. <br /><br />Very interesting subject. As is our food supply in general, and Big Food in particular. Worrisome. More than worrisome.D. A. Wolfhttp://dailyplateofcrazy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637057639994118013.post-45687302520979278302013-02-28T19:20:50.142+01:002013-02-28T19:20:50.142+01:00My house here in the Limousin is right in the midd...My house here in the Limousin is right in the middle of a hunting area. Occasionally I've seen them dragging a deer into the back of a car. Each weekend when the sound of the Chasse is near I never feel happy, especially when the day before we've had a young deer feeding in our field. Thank you for sharing your tale from your stay in Tuscany. Barbara Lilian in Francehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05798063785447224950noreply@blogger.com