Recently, I reposted a meme from several years ago. It said, “Without farming, you’d be hungry, naked, and sober.” So true.
I’m in Wisconsin, again. I’m grateful to be able to visit here two or three times a year. It is a blessing. My dad turns 95 years-old next week. He and my step-mother have been married 65 years on Christmas Day. I have two brothers (sadly, one of whom is deceased) and two sisters who live here, two fantastic sisters-in-law, four grown nieces, a nephew, and a growing number of great-nephews and nieces, all who live near-by. Arriving soon are another brother, his fantastic wife, and another grown niece and nephew. You’d have to be crazy not to appreciate this bunch, actually a small city, of fun and loving family members!
My youngest brother is a farmer. Among other endeavors, he and one of my sisters raise Scottish Highland steers for meat. I’ve written about this before, and you can read back about the rogue steer and the butchering episode.
This week, I was sent to pick up the remains, I mean meat, of some of the most current residents, now no longer with us. I have to say, that after the pick up, I was once again a vegetarian. This is what greeted me when I pulled up to the processing place:
My sister-in-law gave me a lesson on the difference between deer and cow toes. (Deer toes, close together/Cow toes spread apart) Who knew? Who cares?
Then we entered the store, where the smell near knocked me over. “Doesn’t it smell wonderful?” she asked. NO! It did not! But, ready for the experience, I took a few photos, and collected two terrifically heavy bags of frozen hamburger, steaks, and roasts, and breathed through my nose until I could get out in the fresh air.
Though it’s not my cup of tea (today), I am grateful to those who do the work (breeders, growers, butchers, processors, and y’all who are the eaters), because this is economy, People. And these are the ones who feed us, clothe us, and give us wine, beer, and booze. And though I’m a vegetarian, at least for today, I have an affinity for clothes, and I like my wine. And, I especially love my family!
So, on behalf of my brother, I say, “Thank a farmer.” God knows, they deserve at least that much.