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I forgot: ecargots, rabbit-, deer- shark-meat.s are no,no for me, too..nm

Posted By: carmen on 2009-05-19
In Reply to: my list - carmen

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groundhogs,squirrels, wild turkeys, rabbits, raccoon, goat and deer meat..sm

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velveteen rabbit

THE
Velveteen Rabbit


OR
HOW TOYS BECOME REAL


by Margery Williams
Illustrations by William Nicholson


DOUBLEDAY & COMPANY, INC.
Garden City                   New York





To Francesco Bianco
from
The Velveteen Rabbit





List of Illustrations


Christmas Morning
The Skin Horse Tells His Story
Spring Time
Summer Days
Anxious Times
The Fairy Flower
At Last! At Last!





HERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.


There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.



Christmas Morning


For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.


The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.


"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"


"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."


"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.


"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."


"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"


"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."


"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.



The Skin Horse Tells His Story


"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."


The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.


There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled them away in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft.


One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and seeing that the toy cupboard door stood open, she made a swoop.


"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boy's arms.


That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first he found it rather uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. And he missed, too, those long moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrows the real rabbits lived in. And they had splendid games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and left the night-light burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down close under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hands clasped close round him all night long.


And so time went on, and the little Rabbit was very happy–so happy that he never noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail becoming unsewn, and all the pink rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed him.


Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow, and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built for him under the raspberry canes behind the flower border. And once, when the Boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with the dew and quite earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled as she rubbed him off with a corner of her apron.



Spring Time


"You must have your old Bunny!" she said. "Fancy all that fuss for a toy!"


The Boy sat up in bed and stretched out his hands.


"Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy. He's REAL!"


When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew that what the Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic had happened to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real. The Boy himself had said it.


That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst. And into his boot-button eyes, that had long ago lost their polish, there came a look of wisdom and beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next morning when she picked him up, and said, "I declare if that old Bunny hasn't got quite a knowing expression!"


 


That was a wonderful Summer!


Near the house where they lived there was a wood, and in the long June evenings the Boy liked to go there after tea to play. He took the Velveteen Rabbit with him, and before he wandered off to pick flowers, or play at brigands among the trees, he always made the Rabbit a little nest somewhere among the bracken, where he would be quite cosy, for he was a kind-hearted little boy and he liked Bunny to be comfortable. One evening, while the Rabbit was lying there alone, watching the ants that ran to and fro between his velvet paws in the grass, he saw two strange beings creep out of the tall bracken near him.


They were rabbits like himself, but quite furry and brand-new. They must have been very well made, for their seams didn't show at all, and they changed shape in a queer way when they moved; one minute they were long and thin and the next minute fat and bunchy, instead of always staying the same like he did. Their feet padded softly on the ground, and they crept quite close to him, twitching their noses, while the Rabbit stared hard to see which side the clockwork stuck out, for he knew that people who jump generally have something to wind them up. But he couldn't see it. They were evidently a new kind of rabbit altogether.



Summer Days


They stared at him, and the little Rabbit stared back. And all the time their noses twitched.


"Why don't you get up and play with us?" one of them asked.


"I don't feel like it," said the Rabbit, for he didn't want to explain that he had no clockwork.


"Ho!" said the furry rabbit. "It's as easy as anything," And he gave a big hop sideways and stood on his hind legs.


"I don't believe you can!" he said.


"I can!" said the little Rabbit. "I can jump higher than anything!" He meant when the Boy threw him, but of course he didn't want to say so.


"Can you hop on your hind legs?" asked the furry rabbit.


That was a dreadful question, for the Velveteen Rabbit had no hind legs at all! The back of him was made all in one piece, like a pincushion. He sat still in the bracken, and hoped that the other rabbits wouldn't notice.


"I don't want to!" he said again.


But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out his neck and looked.


"He hasn't got any hind legs!" he called out. "Fancy a rabbit without any hind legs!" And he began to laugh.


"I have!" cried the little Rabbit. "I have got hind legs! I am sitting on them!"


"Then stretch them out and show me, like this!" said the wild rabbit. And he began to whirl round and dance, till the little Rabbit got quite dizzy.


"I don't like dancing," he said. "I'd rather sit still!"


But all the while he was longing to dance, for a funny new tickly feeling ran through him, and he felt he would give anything in the world to be able to jump about like these rabbits did.


The strange rabbit stopped dancing, and came quite close. He came so close this time that his long whiskers brushed the Velveteen Rabbit's ear, and then he wrinkled his nose suddenly and flattened his ears and jumped backwards.


"He doesn't smell right!" he exclaimed. "He isn't a rabbit at all! He isn't real!"


"I am Real!" said the little Rabbit. "I am Real! The Boy said so!" And he nearly began to cry.


Just then there was a sound of footsteps, and the Boy ran past near them, and with a stamp of feet and a flash of white tails the two strange rabbits disappeared.


"Come back and play with me!" called the little Rabbit. "Oh, do come back! I know I am Real!"


But there was no answer, only the little ants ran to and fro, and the bracken swayed gently where the two strangers had passed. The Velveteen Rabbit was all alone.


"Oh, dear!" he thought. "Why did they run away like that? Why couldn't they stop and talk to me?"


For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping that they would come back. But they never returned, and presently the sun sank lower and the little white moths fluttered out, and the Boy came and carried him home.


 


Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.


And then, one day, the Boy was ill.


His face grew very flushed, and he talked in his sleep, and his little body was so hot that it burned the Rabbit when he held him close. Strange people came and went in the nursery, and a light burned all night and through it all the little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden from sight under the bedclothes, and he never stirred, for he was afraid that if they found him some one might take him away, and he knew that the Boy needed him.


It was a long weary time, for the Boy was too ill to play, and the little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long. But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time when the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the garden amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid games in the raspberry thicket like they used to. All sorts of delightful things he planned, and while the Boy lay half asleep he crept up close to the pillow and whispered them in his ear. And presently the fever turned, and the Boy got better. He was able to sit up in bed and look at picture-books, while the little Rabbit cuddled close at his side. And one day, they let him get up and dress.


It was a bright, sunny morning, and the windows stood wide open. They had carried the Boy out on to the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, and the little Rabbit lay tangled up among the bedclothes, thinking.


The Boy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged, and now it only remained to carry out the doctor's orders. They talked about it all, while the little Rabbit lay under the bedclothes, with just his head peeping out, and listened. The room was to be disinfected, and all the books and toys that the Boy had played with in bed must be burnt.


"Hurrah!" thought the little Rabbit. "To-morrow we shall go to the seaside!" For the boy had often talked of the seaside, and he wanted very much to see the big waves coming in, and the tiny crabs, and the sand castles.


Just then Nana caught sight of him.


"How about his old Bunny?" she asked.


"That?" said the doctor. "Why, it's a mass of scarlet fever germs!–Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn't have that any more!"



Anxious Times


And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the fowl-house. That was a fine place to make a bonfire, only the gardener was too busy just then to attend to it. He had the potatoes to dig and the green peas to gather, but next morning he promised to come quite early and burn the whole lot.


That night the Boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new bunny to sleep with him. It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about it. For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was such a wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else.


And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden–how happy they were–and a great sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.


And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy.


She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying.


"Little Rabbit," she said, "don't you know who I am?"


The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her face before, but he couldn't think where.


"I am the nursery magic Fairy," she said. "I take care of all the playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn out and the children don't need them any more, then I come and take them away with me and turn them into Real."


"Wasn't I Real before?" asked the little Rabbit.


"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."



The Fairy Flower


And she held the little Rabbit close in her arms and flew with him into the wood.


It was light now, for the moon had risen. All the forest was beautiful, and the fronds of the bracken shone like frosted silver. In the open glade between the tree-trunks the wild rabbits danced with their shadows on the velvet grass, but when they saw the Fairy they all stopped dancing and stood round in a ring to stare at her.


"I've brought you a new playfellow," the Fairy said. "You must be very kind to him and teach him all he needs to know in Rabbit-land, for he is going to live with you for ever and ever!"


And she kissed the little Rabbit again and put him down on the grass.


"Run and play, little Rabbit!" she said.


But the little Rabbit sat quite still for a moment and never moved. For when he saw all the wild rabbits dancing around him he suddenly remembered about his hind legs, and he didn't want them to see that he was made all in one piece. He did not know that when the Fairy kissed him that last time she had changed him altogether. And he might have sat there a long time, too shy to move, if just then something hadn't tickled his nose, and before he thought what he was doing he lifted his hind toe to scratch it.


And he found that he actually had hind legs! Instead of dingy velveteen he had brown fur, soft and shiny, his ears twitched by themselves, and his whiskers were so long that they brushed the grass. He gave one leap and the joy of using those hind legs was so great that he went springing about the turf on them, jumping sideways and whirling round as the others did, and he grew so excited that when at last he did stop to look for the Fairy she had gone.


He was a Real Rabbit at last, at home with the other rabbits.


 



At Last! At Last!


Autumn passed and Winter, and in the Spring, when the days grew warm and sunny, the Boy went out to play in the wood behind the house. And while he was playing, two rabbits crept out from the bracken and peeped at him. One of them was brown all over, but the other had strange markings under his fur, as though long ago he had been spotted, and the spots still showed through. And about his little soft nose and his round black eyes there was something familiar, so that the Boy thought to himself:


"Why, he looks just like my old Bunny that was lost when I had scarlet fever!"


But he never knew that it really was his own Bunny, come back to look at the child who had first helped him to be Real.


Editor:


This book has been put on-line as part of the BUILD-A-BOOK Initiative at the
Celebration of Women Writers.
Initial text entry and proof-reading of this book were the work of
John Mark Ockerbloom and Mary Mark Ockerbloom.


Illustrations may vary somewhat in size, color, and placement from the original.


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We've had a rabbit for almost a year now....sm
she's a great pet to have. She's the sweetest thing - loves to nuzzle between my neck and chest and watch TV sitting there with me. We let her out of her cage a couple of times a day to run around in addition to making sure she has lots of food, water, timothy hay and chew toys around.
Any bunny rabbit pet owners out there? sm
Our bunny has a malocclused jaw and therefore she has a front tooth that continues to grow, having to be trimmed about once a month.  The vet says there's really nothing we can do to prevent this other than continue to encourage the rabbit to eat foods that would have her using her front tooth.  Have you encountered this and if so, did you find something that helped slow down the growth?   Thank you!
We were considering a rabbit in March but decided to go with guinea pigs instead (sm)

My daughter is 5 and really wanted a cat, but we just aren't "cat people."  We have a big dog, and she loves him but wanted something cuddlier.  We wanted something that she could help care for and play with.  We get the "pigs" out of their cage every day (we have a an indoor fence/play yard that we put on a towel to catch the pee and poop) and let them run around.  They have turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought they would.  They really don't smell as long as you change the bedding in the cage every three to four days (might go longer if you only had one).  From the things I've read and our experience, they are really gentle and tolerant (no one has gotten even an accidental bite since we got them in March, and we handle them ALL the time). 


The negatives are that they are quite messy ( lots more vaccuming in the room where the cage is - again might not be as bad with only one - most of the bedding goes flying when they get to chasing each other around), and they can be noisy (especially at night when you're wanting to sleep). 


They are terribly cute, and we love them but, like any animal, they are a lot of work.  I don't regret it at all, but I can see where it wouldn't be for everyone.   


Bunny borsch, rabbit stew and Bugs pot pie.

: )


We have deer here also but
I hope never to see a bear out in the open here. I know no matter how cute, they are still wild. Just on the news yesterday morning a guy who had permit to raise deer killed by 1 of them while feeding as male in rut and he and his family knew aggressive. He had all kind of wildlife on property including beer. Like your own animals, they can and will turn sometimes.
Is it an albino deer?
If so they don't usually live long.  Eyesight in all albinos bad.  Also, easier for predators to spot.
albino deer
Native Americans think they're sacred.  I can't remember the legend but I think it's amazingly good luck to you.
Deer for pets

I am having a similar problem with my neighbor.  Her yard adjoins our yard and she puts out food for the deer right on the property line.  I don't mind the deer as they are pretty to watch, but it has gone from 2-3 deer from 5 years ago to nearly 10 deer constantly including bucks.  They walk from the woods through our yard to go to her yard to eat.  It has gotten to the point where the deer are roaming about all hours of the day, not just at dusk.  I, too, see them roaming the neighborhood.  One has come up on my front porch before.  I have small children as do my other neighbors and I am concerned that they are going to startle the deer and someone might get bitten.  I tell my kids to not to ever approach the deer and give them their distance.  I am also concerned about deer ticks too.  


I asked her if she would not feed the deer on the property line as it is causing a potentially unsafe situation and she got very huffy about it and said she was an animal lover and it was her right to feed the deer if she so desired.  I tried to explain to her about the kids, not only mine but other kids, and the dangers of wild animals being in the yard and roaming around and she basically told me to "mind my own business."


I don't know in Pennsylvania what the laws are about having deer for pets or feeding them, etc, but I have heard in other states it is illegal. 


I'm a deer widow this weekend SO
I'm cleaning out the closets and going through my husband's drawers. I swear he has underwear that I don't know what in the world they could cover since they are so tattered!

I'd like to clean my desk and under my bed as well but that may have to wait until he's gone again next weekend.
Is it legal to keep a wild deer as a pet? sm
Someone has had a wild pet deer for a pet in our subdivision for a few years now.  I am a serious animal lover myself, but it has gotten rather old having this deer roaming through the roads and, most of all, eating landscape plants down to nothing.  We have sprayed deer repellent on nearly everything, but the one little area we miss will be chewed right away.  Besides, we have to keep doing it over and over and this stuff is not cheap.  Really getting tiresome.  Do not want to be mean, but what rights do the homeowners in here have??
I do believe it's illegal to feed the deer in PA

because of the harm it causes (see other postings). Your neighbor might get in some serious trouble for doing this. My father and uncles were deer hunters and every year would put salt licks out for them, but about 30 years ago, they stopped. I really don't know the reason, but I would seriously do some checking on this.


You could tell your neighbor that she's making it easier on the hunters as they will start trusting humans and think that they (hunters) are coming to feed them. If that doesn't get her to stop, then show some printed material on the laws. DH isn't hunting this year or I would look it up in the manual he used to get.


 


Yes, indeed, it is illegal to feed deer in PA.
It's never a good idea to feed them, anywhere. I was just reading an article about this. When deer are fed, they tend to concentrate where the food is being left for them. The local population of deer increases, the food left out for them is not enough to support all of the deer, and so many of them starve. It's actually counter-productive. Deer adapt to the winter weather. They spread out in their environment. Their metabolism slows. They move less and eat less. Some die over the winter, of course. It is nature, after all. But feeding them is not good for them. Your animal loving neighbor is actually hurting the deer.
Think you need a permit to actually keep deer as pets...sm
but I couldn't find anything on the Game Commission website about it being illegal to feed them. They do strongly discourage it, though, for a lot of what you posted.
If you have not yet seen the deer and cat video treat yourself to

something wonderful.  Copy and paste and enjoy.  This is truly beautiful.  


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rooyt3ptNco


no kids, no deer - will that stuff keep other animals off?
Home Depot is just around the corner - I have a 6 foot stockade fence and live in the city - I am sure there are no deer - possibly possoms, no deer.
chittlins and mauls....deer jerky...sm
Anyone else out there cooking specialty items for the holiday?    Cat
There were a lot of albino deer in Shenandoah Natl Park.
I don't know if they are still a "problem". A while back, hunters were asked to specifically look for and thin them from the herds -- something to do with weakening the gene pool. I don't know anything about wildlife management, but I know that I've seen a good number of albino deer in SNP. It is exciting to see them!
Deer and rabbits especially think my garden is an outdoor diner. (sm)
Have tried multiple things, can keep rabbits out of green beans, peas and lettuce until they get larger and not so palatable by using chicken wire bent over the rows and pegged down. The deer seem to prefer to just rip smaller branches off the fruit trees and really seem to hit the melons hard.

One of the things that I have tried and works pretty well for me is Irish Spring tied in the branches of fruit trees. I suppose it is the smell they don't like.

Anything else you come up with, please share.

The produce in the store isn't going to do anything but get higher with strikes, etc.
Oh, my dog is Michael Jordan. I swear she's part deer!

We just moved to the country, but when we lived in town, she jumped the fence I don't know how many times.  When she wants in the house, it's not enough to simply scratch on the door, she has to jump six feet in the air and basically throw herself into the door. 


I just get so frustrated.  I was at friends house who has a golden retriever and they have a little bell hanging from their back doorknob and when their dog wants out, he simple rings the bell and same thing on the outside of the door too.  I was incredulous.  How did they get their dog to do that?!?!?! 


Ugh, which is why I don't eat meat or
questionable meat-by-products.
but how does it change the meat?
By the way--cattle are slaughtered past the age of two. When old cull cows are made into hamburger, they add back fat from younger cattle because the fat on the older cows is yellow and people would not eat it. I also know that cattle eat things other than grass. We still graze cattle on grass land and manage our pastures well. (Western states also have public grazing land and some even graze the desert.)It is only cost effective to the cow-calf producers who do not feed grain. Slapping a grass-fed tag on beef and calling it a niche market makes it more expensive for the consumer and is controversial to me. Feed lots do not keep cattle off of grass land. We must keep in mind that this country must manage beef somehow because of how much we consume and export. Beef is a valuable commodity and a big business. If it could be handled in a way that was more cost effective, it would be.
Thank goodness I don't eat meat! ugh...
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Not around here, and glad.....I don't *do* meat scraps! lol
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What's the best cut of meat for homemade philly...
steak subs?  Our family loves them and we usually buy the frozen philly cheese steak meat...but I just can't stomach the smell of it even cooking anymore because it is sooooo greasy.  I want to try to make some homemade from a fresh cut of meat.  Any suggestions?  Thanks!!
Canned meat - the spinach of Dog
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I caught the blues when trying to eat the red meat
because husband is a health food junkie and I think sometimes he expects the same of me. I love steak but hardly eat-are shrimp bad for someone who has high cholesterol? He eats fish- I don’t care for- fish is fish is fish to me- all taste alike except for the shrimp with the sauce and horse radish in it- yummy! My physician when I mentioned about my cholesterol told me to tell hubs to leave alone- mine was excellent and I could eat most anything. So there, man of the house!!
Too afraid of meat in restaurants now sm
Their meat may be old (sorry). If we do go, will only go to very busy place as even some bought at market are questionable. We have gift certificates which we appreciate as they are from busy places. Sometimes we have a "UFO" party. Unidentified freezer objects - if they're too old we throw them out. Buying light these days.Takes common sense, hopefully things will turn around in ཅ but for now I am being extremely careful and not loading up on meat either unless we intend to eat it soon. Perhaps I'm too cautious but things are rough right now for everyone, even the markets, restaurants, etc. I sure hope the turkeys are okay, even in good times we've gotten "bad ones" - have to open them up and be sure. Martha likes to brine hers in salt water - not a bad idea these days to check them out before it's too late the day of or the day before. Fresh is best - wish we had our own farm as some do.
How easy would it be for you to give up meat?

All forms of meat - beef, pork, chicken, venison....and anything else I'm missing.


It wouldn't be too hard for me.


me hungry... me eat meat....arghhh
One time I ate a beef rib and got an artery. That made me so sick. Yet, I did not stop eating meat. I have seen a deer gutted in my front yard and it did make me sick, but I ate him. I saw how they treat chickens and blah blah blah, but I still eat MEAT. I must be some kind of psycho! Nope, just human. We need protein. I just have to lay off the cow. Although I will say that I am picky and will not eat fat, arteries, skin, or anything else that just isnt pure meat.
Do you eat hot dogs? meat scraps, pig lips, etc.
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Sort of - I generlly buy some hamberger meat, and whatever - sm
is on sale and bring it home for 2 or 3 days worth of meals. My DH does 95% of the cooking. We generally buy what is on sale, whole chickens, thighs/breasts, pork chops, have tacos, I do pot roasts now and then. My mom used to make out a weekly list every Wednesday or so, and do the weekly shopping Thursday after work. We would drop about $100, this was in the late 80s/through 90s. My DH is actually better at shopping than I am and comes home with a lot for $50. Scan the food ads and plan around them, best way (and cheapest) way to do it.
Again, the end times. I'm sorry, but what other explanation is there? Steroids in our meat? I don
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looking for a spagetti sauce recipe without meat.

Does anyone have a tomato sauce recipe without meat?  The only reciipe I have calls for ground up beef.  I am serving chicken cutlets and spagetti on the side. My DD inlaws to be is coming to dinner so I want it to be perfect. 


Sauce can be for crockpot or stove.


Thanks.  I always enjoy the recipes on this board.  


Cracklins have a little more meat attached, only difference.
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This veg head never uses meat in stuffing, or chicken broth. nm
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My SIL makes it this way and the meat basically falls off of the bone.
I know that once she gets the pork seasoned, she puts in a small roasting pan and then sets it in a "bano maria" at 250 degrees like for 10-12 hours depending on the size. I will see if I can get the recipe from her. As far as the seasoning, it all depends which way you want it, for Cuban style mojo seasoning, it can be bought already made in a bottle at the grocery's store in the international food section, probably Goya brand. Then, there is the other seasoning with the oregano, salt, vinegar, garlic, black pepper, and olive oil.
Could be gallbladder, maybe diabetes. Cut out the meat and fats for a few days and
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Where I'm from boiled jowl meat and hot water cornbread
could be combined to make scrapple, a Philadelphia treat.

Mmmm Mmmmm scrappleneggs.
Love sage in a squash soup, but no meat here. Blend in some
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we love our bison meat!! leaner than bnls sknls chicken!
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Beef stew for the meat eaters and broccoli/cheese soup for the veg heads. nm
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Brown rice w/roasted veggies and feta, pork chops for the meat eaters. nm
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Forgot,,,
some of the clubs listed above might have closed. Did not see them on Club Meds site. Profits?? The one I loved best was Mexico at Playa Blanca- out in the middle of nowhere and an oasis. I think you can get more for your buck now days.
Forgot, forgot
The water at Ixtapa was nasty!! That is on the Pacific side I believe probaby just at the border, too so long to get there. The Cancun water is absolutely gorgeous and what is strange, the weather can be 110 and yet the sand is not hot!! All my trips were out of the country so could not tell you about the ones here in the country. My children and/or daughter and I usually went for 2 weeks at a time. My daughter returned to Mexico this past summer (I went to Alaska) and she went to a place called Blue Bay, all inclusive but I believe might have been a bit raunchy for my taste.
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