Some people say “no looking back” but I think if you don’t look back, you can’t see how far you’ve come. I was thinking last night about the first time we butchered a chicken. I can remember my grandma going out, catching a chicken, chopping off it’s head, cleaning it and cooking it for dinner. I’m not there yet but I’m getting much closer. The first time we butchered a chicken .. it was a mean one and it had to go. Chad, who was always a hunter, said he’d do it so he cleaned it all up and I put it in the freezer. For two years, I’d take that chicken out of the freezer and then get a sick feeling and stick it back in the freezer. Finally, it was extremely freezer burned and I threw it out. Now, I don’t have any problems eating our chickens.
Vince has never been much of a hunter but he sees the value in fresh meat raised right here, no antibiotics or hormones . . not to mention free . . but the first deer he shot, we both almost threw up. We called a neighbor who came and showed him how to clean it. I really had to walk away a few times during the process and even canning it was hard for me. The second one wasn’t quite so hard but I still had funny feelings in my tummy. Now, I can get out there and help him with the whole process and it doesn’t bother me.
The other day, I was driving down the driveway and a squirrel ran across the driveway and I thought “dinner!” That’s when you know there’s hardly any city girl left in you. When I was a kid, we ate lots of squirrel. Vince says he’d have a hard time eating squirrel but a few years ago, he had a hard time eating venison and now it’s one of his favorites.
When I start looking at roadkill and thinking “dinner” . . then we have a problem. 🙂