Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Why Don't We Just Eat the Zombies? They're Already Dead.



Today I came across a friend's talking about how she paid a visit to her local butcher. And I was thinking, "Butcher. What a truly bizarre profession. To slaughter animals all day long."



Now I am no vegetarian, although I eat very little meat just in passing. But to cut up and chop up and filet up and slice up and grind up animals all day long is just very...icky.

Not to mention the bum-bum germs. Someone has to yank out the poop chutes. And the grinding--think of all the airborne meat germs.

Although thank goodness somebody does it, because, steak.



In the event of Zombie Apocalypse, do you think you could slaughter your own food? Could you slit the throat of little Peter Cottontail? Does it matter what kind of animal? Maybe you could kill a chicken but not a goat? Do you think, if you had to, you could actually do it to keep your family alive?


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  1. STEEEEAAAAAK. Great. Now I'm hungry. Thanks a lot, JO! JEEZES. (j/k...got nuttin but luv fer ya)

    I think I could kill an animal...with a car. Like, make roadkill on purpose. I think I would injure myself with a sword, and probably miss with a gun. But someone else has to clean it. I will clean the fish. That's all I can bring to the table. I have no issues with murderin' up some seafood & crustaceans. ZOMBIE CRAWFISH BOIL!!!

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  2. Well, you have just identified another reason I would never last in the case of any type of apocalypse. I would walk around and eat the berries and the leaves and the twigs until I happened to eat something poisonous and die. The end.

    UNLESS we enlist a certain ice cream maker to make us ice cream and we could find a cow and survive on scream alone. Then I might live. Cause who wants salad when you can get dairy?

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    1. We will have to hijack someone from Blue Bell or Blue Bunny, cuz we buy our 'scream. Though I vaguely remember making ice cream in Girl Scouts by kicking a coffee can around. And I am quite good at making sorbet in our ice cream maker, so we just have to figure out how to hook that up to a bike 'er something to power it without 'lectricity.

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  3. I had a large group of vegetarian friends in the 90's (or as we called them back then, Lesbians) and because we hung out together all day every day it was easier for me to convert to the Church of the pre-soaked Mung Bean too. I didn't eat meat for four years, due largely in part to the fact that extra-salted fries were an allowable part of the lifestyle. But then, one fateful September morn...

    Bacon.

    Enough said. Byegones. Bring me the roasted beast, etc etc.

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  4. G and I just had this conversation yesterday! I was adamant that I don't want to survive any kind of apocalypse. I want to be dead during the first wave - painlessly, of course. So right at ground zero when the bombs go off. I don't want to try to survive because I'll suck at it.

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  5. We raised 25 chickens for meat several years ago. My husband chopped off their little heads and we plucked and cleaned them together. It sucked.

    But what was worse was when I decided to raise two pigs. We sent them to the slaughterhouse, we didn't kill them ourselves, but my son and I mourned them for about a month. My homesteading phase came to a sad end. But I guess we COULD survive if we had to. We just wouldn't be very happy about it.

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  6. I keep coming back here continuously looking for a new post....so far not one since this :( I am missing the updates :) Lisa

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    1. Thanks for checking back, Lisa. I've just been so unbelievably down in the dumps, and I have nothing to say. Wish I did. I hope you'll still be here when I do. :)

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  7. Jo- Absolutely I will be!

    Also, you may (or not) be interested in knowing I am going camping this next weekend. It is funny how I love to tent camp - primitive, even. With all of my anxieties about icky-ness you would think I would be in a bubble instead of out in the rough. I am good with it all until it comes time to brush my teeth in a filthy community bathroom (!) and you will not find me ever in a pit toilet. I am the one grabbing paper and heading into the darkness to squat.

    I also want to share something with you that happened to me recently. My daughter just had a baby a few days before Mother's day so I went to her house on Mother's day so she wouldn't have to leave to go anywhere. My daughter is a clean person and she keeps a clean house but regardless of that I still have always had a problem eating at her house - just like most everyone else's. I insisted that day to eat off paper plates and use plastic cups, etc. Well, her hormones were (understandably) raging that day and she started crying and (sorta) yelling at me. She was telling me how badly I hurt her feelings because in not wanting to use her utensils I was saying she was dirty and that she had a dirty house. Then she told me something that has reverberated through me since then. She told me that I was being rude to her and to every other person whose house I walk into insisting on taking my own tableware, etc. I never, ever looked at it that way. I always looked at it from my perspective. I realized in that moment that I truly had been being rude. To her and everyone I ever did that to. I vowed from that moment that I will be more aware of how I make others feel and stop putting germs between us (so to speak). For some - such as my daughter - I will use their utensils and never make a deal over it again- no matter how much I don't want to put my food on the used plates her mother-in-law gave her for a gift :-( And for the people I still cannot bring myself to use their things I will make it totally not obvious -- like being busy for the eating part and only showing up for the visiting part...I am sorry but no matter what, I can't bring myself to eat off someone's plates if I have seen them let the dog lick their dishes!!!

    Yes, yes, Jo I will be here waiting for you to publish your next post. In reading your blog I see that while we may not be "normal" to most people - we share camaraderie in an unusual, yet comfortable way.

    I hope you find each day getting easier and easier to pull yourself up out of the place where you are right now. Down in the dumps isn't fun. Yep, I've been there. A lot. I am a visual person and when I feel that way I picture myself down in a pit - a well of sorts and I look up at the opening --- and I pull myself back up with all the strength I can muster - but I do it. I choose to. I finally figured out it really is a choice. The other night when I was feeling sad I went to bed at 7:30 p.m. I laid there and wallowed a bit. Then I texted a few people and asked if they wanted to take a walk - I got 3 no's then the 4th one said yes -- so I went on a walk in the sunshine. Boy, oh boy, did I feel better after that. But it took me choosing to want to get back up....choosing to reach out...then choosing to get my shoes on and go! I am not trying to make it sound simple - because it's not. But I just want you to know that you are NEVER alone - no matter how lonely you may feel sometimes :)

    I will keep checking back, Jo!

    Lisa

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  8. Hi Jo! Just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you :)
    Lisa

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    1. Thanks Lisa! Don't know if I'll be back, but thanks for being here.

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  9. I check this every day hoping you got some of your Jo Jo Mojo back. *hugs*

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