Re: Know your local butcher
growing up on the Farm we had a bottle calf named George (after my uncle George) he was like a dog followed us everywhere till he hit bout 1200lbs, then we shed a few tears..and ate him.
Gives you a better appreciation for what's on the grill that's for sure.
We had chickens as well, we had one breed that was a dark grey/black never could get all the pin feathers out of them.
Last edited by rydesteel; 11-06-2011 at 12:14 PM.
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