Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Meet your chicken, I mean, dinner

We had company last weekend:
Cousins zoning out to cartoons before bed.
Paul's brother, his wife and their son made the long, looooong trip to visit us (since we're like, stuck here for all eternity).  The kids ran around like crazy kids.  We went to the beach.  They ate lots of food.  They chased lots of livestock.  Fun was had by all.

But there is one thing that they left with us that I had to share with you.  When the kids were snug in their beds, the grown-ups got to watch Adult movies.  No, not X rated movies, but rather movies that didn't involve Sponge Bob or Care Bears.  We were introduced to "Portlandia".  Paul's brother brought the first season down for us to watch and the first skit was great.

Organic Free Range Hazelnut-Eating Chicken

Go ahead, click on it.  It's not very long (just over 2 minutes).  But I'm telling you, I almost wet my pants.  Especially when the waitress whipped out the "file" on Colin.  And the hypocrisy that they would drive 60 miles round trip (spewing out all those nasty greenhouse gases....wait a second, they probably had a bovine methane powered smart car, never mind) in order to check out the farm that the chicken, I mean, Colin, who's flesh they were about to consume, was raised on.

I guess I really shouldn't be complaining.  I think it's great that people are once again becoming more familiar with exactly where their food comes from and want to know it was raised in a humane manner.  But seriously, I KNOW stuff like this happens (well, maybe not exactly, but probably darn close) and it almost makes me want to NOT be one of those "Organic Hippy Homegrown Homebutchering" kind of gals.  Maybe I don't like it because it has become more "mainstream" and the yuppies are getting organic-orgasms every time they walk into Trader Joe's.  I don't anyone to look at me like I'm a total snob because we raise our own eggs or meat or vegetables or compost or rocks.  We raise what we can, when we can.  We try to buy local.  We try to barter with friends for things we don't have.  But don't be shocked if you come over and find a bag of Cheezy Poofs next to the raw sunflower seeds or a store bought package of tilapia fillets next to the venison liver in the freezer.  My daughter ate a bucket of popcorn smothered in fake butter at the movies yesterday afternoon and washed it down with a handful of M&M's.

Anyways.  Where was I going with this one?  Probably nowhere.  Because I have basically run out of ideas for blog posts.  I have a feeling that it's going to be a very, very quiet July for some of us on the blogosphere.


  1. Oh my gawd that was funny!!!!!!!
    I think I'm still a freak of nature in my neck of the woods ;)
    In July Happy Hollow Homestead will have tumbleweeds and dust blowing instead of posts ;))))))))))))

  2. I know what you mean about not wanting to be "organic, etc." because it's cool. (Or whatever the word is these days. I wouldn't know because I'm so out of it. And don't care that I am.) The bottom line for us is staying H-E-A-L-T-H-Y. If that means eating organic foods, knowing what's in the feed we raise our animals on, checking out the homes where our lamb chops were raised, so be it. But I don't believe the occasional bucket of movie popcorn is gonna kill us either. (Probably not even the rare Snickers bar someone smuggles into the house.)

    I'm thoroughly enjoying your daily posts. You haven't put up a dull or boring or uninteresting one yet! (Although you've still got 6 days left. Bwaahahaha!)

  3. There's a "we can pickle that" that I posted on my blog, hysterical! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYey8ntlK_E&feature=kp

  4. whenever I think about being "organic" I kinda get irritated because I HATE labels. I have too many examples to share... My favorite one one though, comes courtesy of my boss who likes to proclaim "We are a green family, but we aren't weird about it" which really means she pays for the gas in my gas guzzling SUV in order for me to go pick up her organic vegetables at the uber-expensive chain grocery store. Yeah... I hate labels...I must be a total friggin weirdo to her because I have chickens and have a garden, and compost, and rain barrels, etc...

  5. Oh yea, and Portlandia is a regular show in this house... Hilarious!!!!

  6. Yes, folks here call it a "trend" and I see it as healthy eating.

  7. Carolyn,

    This was the first time I've seen this video clip, and all I could do his shake my head and laugh.

    Enjoy your company, and have a great week.

  8. Even kids in my rural area think that chickens are born on styrofoam trays, wrapped in plastic. We have an influx of Portlandian-types - they come up from The City and insist on knowing the complete pedigree of each an every star of their main course. They give organic a bad name. Even the Mennonite families are jumping on the bandwagon - they have a handwritten sign proclaiming: "Farm Eggs - Grass Fed"

  9. Wow, you grow rocks on your place, too? I wonder, since we're in the Ozark Plateau, if our rocks could be somehow related to your rocks. You know, as in Heritage Rocks from ancient seedling rocks? OMG, you make me laugh quite frequently, but this post and that clip may be your funniest yet.

  10. I'm so out of it that I'd never even heard of Portlandia. But I'll now be watching because I love to laugh. We just had our 19 meat chickens slaughtered and I'll admit that it still feels unsettling to send an animal I've raised off to be turned into meat. However. The Julia Child recipe for Tarragon Chicken Casserole soon had me completely cheered up.