My two cats will not eat canned cat food made from beef products. Will not touch it. We don’t buy most types of cat food made from seafood, because the smell is gawdawful. That leaves poultry and sometimes tuna. And why don’t you ever see pet food made from pork? I strongly suspect every bit of the pig is fed back to us humans one way or another.
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I love scrapple. Learned to eat it while at boarding school in Pennsylvania.
The Scots and Cajuns compete in eating it all.
Woke up so went to clean pantry and eat a strawberry peach banana smoothly. I am back feeling better and want ing to eat and cook. Tearing out the dishes clutter and reorganizing the kitchen helps.
Got cookbooks all organized and edited by subject.
Today I begin doing same thing to books in living room beginning with gardening books and books on cartoons today. Big category.
Purging and thinning.
My rural grandma said that when they processed (how’s that for politically correct?) their pigs that they used everything but the squeal, and that they sold to the railroad. Boy, do I miss her.
Glad to see a post from the “old” Jackie! When we will see you back on FB?
Speaking of leftover animal parts:
The old chief took the young boys of the village with him to watch the men cut up a bison. After the various cuts of meat were sliced off, the bones given to the village women to use in toolmaking, most of the organs to be used in feeding the dogs, and the hide taken away for tanning, the men gave the chief an odd little organ which he carried away from the village and buried in a hidden spot.
One brave boy spoke up and asked the old chief why he had done that. He replied, “That’s the one part of a bison we’ve never found any use for. The white man thinks we use all of the animal. We have a reputation to protect.”
I don’t endorse this, but I found it semi-logical:
Buffalo Theory
A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo, much like the brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. The slowest buffalo are the sick and weak so they die off first, making it possible for the herd to move at a faster pace. Like the buffalo, the weak, slow brain cells are the ones that are killed off by excessive beer drinking and socializing, making the brain operate faster.
The moral of the story: Drink more beer, it will make you smarter.
Finally, this one:
Religious Cowboy
The devout cowboy lost his Bible while he was mending fences out on the range. Three weeks later, a buffalo walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. The cowboy couldn’t believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the buffalo’s mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, “It’s a miracle!”
“Not really,” said the buffalo. “Your name is written inside the cover.”
Chris in Jersey, no scrapple for me. But the bacon looked mighty fine. ????
TruckerRon, those are great. It’s the little incongruity that tickles the laugh out. Giggling about it is more fun than explaining why it’s just not right. I first heard the Kermit story dressed out as a newlywed mortgage application with Miss piggy thrown in to round out the scene. May have been a license taken by the Catholic priest who told it.
Mark, thanks for the StraightDope link. I suspected it had more to do with the sensibilities of the wallet holder than the fur bearer. But always good when ‘Cecil’ agrees. Hadn’t read that column in a long time. Added back to my reference list now.
At the mention of his lovely assistants Una and Fierra, I was reminded of Ghost’s former harem, er, workplace.
Google did turn up a pet food company with juicy pork cat food but this blog won’t let me post the link. I tried and it vanished. Look up lotuspetfoods.com
Morphy and others, I am working on replacing Ghosts harem for him. Right now it’s just me and two others. He needs more, he is indeed one of those men who like women and women respond to.
Luckily he uses his super powers for good.
Every birthday I do something completely irrational and off the wall. So, this year I am opening a retail store on the busy part of Main Street next door to the new large beauty salon.
The shop would of course market to women.
Waiting for a price to lease space.
Jackie, well when your a certain style of man, harems seem to materialize out of the desert sands. I only recognize the phenomenon through observation, unfortunately. Happily though that particular style of man is also such good company, it really is hard to hold a grudge over it. My only caution is to be sure the headcount is high enough that my own beloved would remember to leave at the same time I do, usually in the same direction.
I had read you hinting at a new enterprise. I find that thrilling and hope for you the best.
When I moved here long ago I intended to open a shop exactly like I am planning. My husband opposed it for many reasons, all valid. I never did it but I think small town main streets matter.
A lot.
We are stuck here steadily until this time next year, no traveling because of chemo, radiation and surgery. This is a project to get us up and moving and keep us stimulated and involved.
And we have help to help us while we help them.
Last one to turn out the Village lights at 10.30 pm and first to turn them on at 6.30 a.m.
Feels odd being the night watchman.
Ok people, it’s broad daylight. Get up and eat breakfast. I am.
THEN do something useful. I am going for a walk with Ghost and Dickens down Main Street on a Sunday morning and put nose prints on some window glass.
Be sure to let the dogs put prints on the glass, too.
😉
We had a church council meeting to plan out the next few weeks’ activities. I’m glad we do them at 8 a.m. now instead of 7.
For anyone who’s ever dealt with a contractor or repair shop: https://scontent-dft4-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/26904141_1681750521863186_5630320907118218903_n.jpg?oh=cf3f8e5e0fbdfddde45d0bbd0922e0b7&oe=5AF554AD
Not only is our Jackie sounding like her old self, she’s looking good too! (Over on Books of Faces, that is.)
Where I live, emb, the grass is long enough that a pooper scooper isn’t practical. When I have to walk Marcia’s dog, I turn the bag inside-out. Then, I use it as a glove to retrieve the waste material and turn it rightside-out again. (I prepare the bag in advance so that I don’t have to play with it outside, and the muck ends up at the bag’s bottom.) Sometimes I wonder if putting it in plastic like that is a Good Idea, because there’s nitrates, sulphates, phosphates and other fertilizing stuff in there that we’re taking out of the environment by the ton. Maybe in the long term, our descendants will wish we hand’t been so wasteful.
Via Jackie, from elsewhere on the InterWebNet: A Roman walks into a bar. He holds up two fingers to the bartender and says, “Five beers, please.”
Here is what we are having for dinner tonight. I have a pound of peeled shrimp in fridge that requires using. I will serve with broccoli as pictured and some kind of grain.
https://therecipecritic.com/2017/01/sticky-honey-garlic-butter-shrimp/
This recipe is from a Utah blogger. Sounds wonderful because I too always have these ingredients on hand in pantry. Standard items.
This would work with chicken equally well if you don’t do shrimp
Side: Good point.
Mark: MMG is funny. If a different Villager had posted that, some might declare that making light of “God’s Words” was “offensive.” Peace, and I mean it.
Yummy yummy! The Ghost has baked his delectable beer bread which is so good it goes with anything or nothing.
Added yellow saffron rice and squash to dinner, along with broccoli and bread.
Smells good in there
Supper sounds like it would be delicious!