26 thoughts on “Cherry Saturday 7-15-2017

  1. I have grown up never eating beef or pork. This astounds many people. But I see the whole “eat your vegetables” battles parents have and think well, maybe if you didn’t just have a plate with meat and steamed peas, carrots and mash potatoes, it would be more appealing. That would bore me insanely too. I’m vegetarian two or three days out of a week and have a good variety of interesting food well prepared.

    And when I learned of the high feedlot numbers and antibiotics I’ve never been happier to have the limits I do. Flavourful and cost effective!

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    1. Do you eat fish and poultry, then? My kids have never eaten beef or pork, which seems to baffle their friends. I always assumed they would want to eat it as they grew up, but the two older ones are in their teens and have no interest. The 8 year old is pretty close to vegetarian at this point. I’m one, but I’d honestly rather she didn’t follow in my footsteps, as her diet is really limited by childhood pickiness to begin with.

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      1. I do eat fish and poultry. Love good seafood, lucky to live on the coast and get some ridiculously fresh stuff.

        I got over a lot of my pickiness just trying the same thing in different forms.

        Used to hate aubergine, till I tried it thinly sliced and fried in a delicious batter. Hated cauliflower until someone cooked it in a curry with cumin and bay leaves. Peas just seemed to float in a soup or roll all over my plate until I ate them in a veggie pasty.

        Tastes change anyway. I was lucky that my mother stopped making an issue of it. I was less conscious of food, and it never became a hang-up.

        Good spices count for a lot.

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  2. My father when complaining will list all the things I don’t know how to do (stuff he has never encouraged or taught me) herding cows is on the list. He grew up on a farm of course, but has never taken me near, shown me a cow nor have I ever needed to herd one.

    He still hasn’t learned how to use 2 buttons on the remote control despite weekly reminding:)

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  3. Of course, I appreciate cows. My life would be a wasteland without butter and cream and cheese. As it is, my waist is a wasteland instead.

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    1. The local farmer’s market just added a stall with homemade ice cream.

      Just what I needed – homemade ice cream, local business, great guy selling it.

      Once again I throw myself on ice cream to save the world. ; )

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  4. I loved my gran’s cows. She only kept about five at a time, and borrowed the neighbors bull when needed. I learned how to milk a cow when I was quiet young. She used to name them. My favorite was Daisy, she was black and white.
    I’ll have a turkey sandwich today in honor of cows.

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  5. So my family used to play the cow game on road trips, where if you pass a cow on your side of the car, you get a point, but if you pass a cemetery on your side of the car, you lose all your cow points. It’s a pretty chill game. Then we went to Ireland and it became intense drama because there are SO MANY COWS. AND SO MANY CEMETERIES. I’m telling you, cow point fortunes turned with every bend in the road.

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    1. My family played that game on long car trips too! Everyone else thinks I’m crazy when I shout, “Cemetery! Loose all your cows!”

      I love that silly game.

      Thank goodness I had chicken sausage on my salad today.

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      1. And pass a white horse on your side–double your points. There were lots of arguments about whether a given horse was white or gray.

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    2. Kerry cows know Sunday.

      According to my father, so that there would be some meat to the Sunday meal, Kerrymen would catch and bleed their cows since they couldn’t afford real meat.

      All I know is that in Kerry, when I was there in the 1970s on a bicycle, the cows were fearless.

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    3. Cate! I used to play that game with my older sister. I could never figure out the rules 🙂 Somehow my sister always ended up winning.

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  6. I went to college in Vermont, where there are purportedly more cows than people. Not on the campus, but all around us. And one of my fellow alumni (although not classmate) is Woody Jackson, who, as Wikipedia says, is probably most famous for the cow art he did for Ben & Jerry’s. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woody_Jackson

    Rather than going out and frolicking among cows today, I’m thinking seriously about spending the rest of the day reading in bed. I really need to get some work done after being on the disabled list for six weeks, but one of the worst things about the Lyme symptoms so far (still waiting for an official diagnosis, but on antibiotics in the meantime) was that there were about three weeks when I couldn’t be horizontal for more than thirty minutes at a time before pain kicked in, so I couldn’t sleep much and, even worse, I couldn’t READ IN BED (the only place I can read comfortably for a variety of arthritic reasons unrelated to the Lyme) AT ALL, because all available horizontal time had to be dedicated to sleeping. I think it’s time to indulge with a new, long book I picked up yesterday.

    So, yeah, it’s time to recharge my batteries. My work (unlike a cow farmer’s) can wait one more day.

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  7. I’m glad I had a turkey sandwich for lunch. I am a great fan of cheese, and I don’t want to imagine what life would be like without it, so I definitely appreciate cows.

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  8. We seem to be interchanging cows with beef or cattle. Growing up in rural America (Pacific NW), a reference to cows meant a female, probably dairy cows. A young cow is a heifer.

    Beef referred to the meat animal, usually steers. You did not say you had a cow sandwich or roast cow or cow ribs.

    Is this just local usage on my part or is it accurate?

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    1. In what sense you’re very accurate in that a farmer distinguishes between beef cattle and dairy cows.

      But when you see a cow (as in singular) I’ve never seen that referred to as a beef. And you can of course slaughter dairy cows and milk beef cows. (Although I wouldn’t try it with a bull of either breed).

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      1. On Wednesday, saw Richard II on Old Globe outdoor stage. Magnificent production. The Anglo Saxon/French word lists has eased and made clearer my following of Shakespeare’s language. I do know at our Heritage Rose Conference in Lyon, the convener repeatedly referred to “the Anglo Saxons” (us) with a French sniff.

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  9. I had a memory surface this morning about when I was 10 or 11 years old. A group of us kids, six maybe, decided to visit a slaughter house, this was back in the fifties when kids were free to roam all day. No details! As part of growing up we were not to show fear and definitely no tears. Girls and boys together I’m just now surprised that no one threw us out. This was a huge B&E or maybe they wanted to let us see. Anyway we moved soon after and I never so those friends again. (probably a good thing) This was also a time when you ate everything on your plate or my mother new the reason why. But I still hate liver. One of my husband’s favorite movies of the eighties is Stand By Me because he too remember the camaraderie of long ago friendships. Anyway for dinner last night we had shredded chicken tortilla pie and all the fixings.

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