| Anonymous wrote:
I'm an ex-farm girl as well and I never liked the time of year when we killed the chickens for the winter. I mean, I knew we raised them so we would have meat for the winter, it's just I didn't wan...
Hi Sally, When I was in my early twenties, and still a big meat eater, my ex and I lived out in the country for a couple of winters. He decided to try to get us a deer when hunting season came. He was successful and came home with the thing, then followed instructions from his dad about butchering, etc. Just seeing the poor thing lying there dead made me feel sick and sad. It had to hang for a few days in one of the out buildings, then he skinned it and the two of us proceeded to butcher it up. It was a HORRIBLE job, and the smell of it stayed with me for ages afterwards. I was so sickened by the experience, I told him that I wasn't going to eat one morsel of that poor creature. It was all packaged and kept frozen in a friend's deep freeze, so it was a week or so before he decided to cook one of the steaks. The smell was incredible, in a good way, and he raved about it, saying it was the best meat he'd ever tasted, etc. I am ashamed to say that I caved, and enjoyed every bite of that poor deer. I don't eat red meat anymore, but I do still like my chicken!