I think I have finally found a way to totally embarrass not only my children (and their friends) but my fiance and he is not an easy person to embarrass. I have been watching all these movies about how our meat is processed, how the animals are treated, about Monsanto, and I look at all the food labels and OMG corn syrup or corn in any form really is in almost anything you buy. It's amazing!
Anyway, I haven't really been cooking dinner because the thought of looking at meat and then wondering how the animal was treated (or really, how poorly it had been treated), and then wondering what crap was put into it during the processing (did poop rub off from one carass onto the one I'm eating?!?). I blame it on trauma. That's my only excuse. As we're sitting in the diner, I open the menu, and it's everywhere MEAT MEAT MEAT
OMG, I'd be a vegan if I actually liked a broad selection of veggies (which I don't).
So since I eat at this establishment often I figured I might as well get this out of the way. But when the waitress asked what I was going to have, I went to ask a question, but then I stopped. Then I remembered something my fiance has been telling me for the last 6 years or so that I've known him: Don't worry about what others think about you. So really it's his fault this happened in the first place. How could he instill this confidence to step forward if there were rules??
So I didn't worry about what my son and his girlfriend would think about me, nor did I think it would embarrass my fiance, and as for the waitress, well, surely I can't be the FIRST person to ask the question: "The meat you serve in the hamburgers... Is it real?? Is there any "stuff" added to it?"
Yup... I asked it and I thought my sons eyes were going to pop out of his head! My fiance was good, he just shook his head and looked at him and listened as the waitress said "Of course it's real. Absolutely." Ok, that solved that issue. So I ordered a burger. :)
Now I wasn't expecting the barrage of comments from my loving family once the waitress escaped from my presence. "Mom if you EVER do that again I swear I'm not eating out with you again!" I was must have looked like my middle sons face did when he would play soccer. He'd be running for the ball full force, push the kid who had possession out of the way, gain possession and when the ref blew the whistle for the penalty he held his arms up, his halo shining so brightly in the afternoon sun and said "What?! I didn't do anything!"
Needless to say, I looked lovingly at my fiance and said "This is all YOUR fault" (can you see MY halo???)
Than came the reality of it all: "Sweetheart, you do realize that she probably doesn't have a clue what kind of meat they use?" Why is someone always trying to burst my bubble, rain on my parade, chew the lollipop instead of seeing how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center? Everything is so nice and rosy in my world. :) I think that's why a part of my brain has blocked off my ability to care if she was lying or if she was just guessing. After all, unless you see these movies, how can you know? Tell me something I want to believe, and I'll believe it. I wanted that hamburger!
It was a great burger (even if it may have had poop and corn in it...) and now I have to research this meat & monsanto stuff on the sly as I've pretty much been banned from watching anymore movies :)
One last thought - Can someone please come haul all this snow away? I'm really getting tired of not even being able to see the wood of my raised beds. Will post more later about my seed sowing.
Blessings! :)
Anyway, I haven't really been cooking dinner because the thought of looking at meat and then wondering how the animal was treated (or really, how poorly it had been treated), and then wondering what crap was put into it during the processing (did poop rub off from one carass onto the one I'm eating?!?). I blame it on trauma. That's my only excuse. As we're sitting in the diner, I open the menu, and it's everywhere MEAT MEAT MEAT
OMG, I'd be a vegan if I actually liked a broad selection of veggies (which I don't).
So since I eat at this establishment often I figured I might as well get this out of the way. But when the waitress asked what I was going to have, I went to ask a question, but then I stopped. Then I remembered something my fiance has been telling me for the last 6 years or so that I've known him: Don't worry about what others think about you. So really it's his fault this happened in the first place. How could he instill this confidence to step forward if there were rules??
So I didn't worry about what my son and his girlfriend would think about me, nor did I think it would embarrass my fiance, and as for the waitress, well, surely I can't be the FIRST person to ask the question: "The meat you serve in the hamburgers... Is it real?? Is there any "stuff" added to it?"
Yup... I asked it and I thought my sons eyes were going to pop out of his head! My fiance was good, he just shook his head and looked at him and listened as the waitress said "Of course it's real. Absolutely." Ok, that solved that issue. So I ordered a burger. :)
Now I wasn't expecting the barrage of comments from my loving family once the waitress escaped from my presence. "Mom if you EVER do that again I swear I'm not eating out with you again!" I was must have looked like my middle sons face did when he would play soccer. He'd be running for the ball full force, push the kid who had possession out of the way, gain possession and when the ref blew the whistle for the penalty he held his arms up, his halo shining so brightly in the afternoon sun and said "What?! I didn't do anything!"
Needless to say, I looked lovingly at my fiance and said "This is all YOUR fault" (can you see MY halo???)
Than came the reality of it all: "Sweetheart, you do realize that she probably doesn't have a clue what kind of meat they use?" Why is someone always trying to burst my bubble, rain on my parade, chew the lollipop instead of seeing how many licks it takes to get to the tootsie roll center? Everything is so nice and rosy in my world. :) I think that's why a part of my brain has blocked off my ability to care if she was lying or if she was just guessing. After all, unless you see these movies, how can you know? Tell me something I want to believe, and I'll believe it. I wanted that hamburger!
It was a great burger (even if it may have had poop and corn in it...) and now I have to research this meat & monsanto stuff on the sly as I've pretty much been banned from watching anymore movies :)
One last thought - Can someone please come haul all this snow away? I'm really getting tired of not even being able to see the wood of my raised beds. Will post more later about my seed sowing.
Blessings! :)
Yep! I've gone pretty much vegetarian. I do eat meat occasionally. The beef I buy from a butcher in a nearby town. Beef in Australia is mainly grass fed anyway but this butcher has his own farm...it's local. I buy free range chicken and pork. Mostly I eat veggies though and cook as much as possible from scratch using raw ingredients. That way I avoid most of the yukky additives etc. Oh, and I would not touch a tootsie roll if you paid me!
ReplyDeleteGood for you! Your family may not like it at the moment, but just think... you have brought it to their attention! You are now their hero, but they just don't know it yet. They will never forget your conviction compelling you to ask about that because there was a reason the question needed to be asked. You may have broken the ice for them to ponder the situation with our food. It's embedded into their brains now. But in truth, if it isn't advertised as organic meat so the restaurant gets a higher price because it IS more expensive, then you're eating ALL the GMO corn and antibiotics and recombinant bovine growth hormone (RBGH)the feed lot people pump into the animals. There is so much RBGH in today's beef. That's why kids are going into puberty younger than ever! It isn't natural. Growth hormone use is so rampant in today's food chain, that it is even found in human mother's breast milk! It is a serious sitution, but people think they are too busy to listen. On the feed lots in the midwest, antibiotics are administered whenever they think they need to be by people that are not veterinarians. They're just common ranch hands.
ReplyDeleteI applaude you for your conviction and I hope you continue with the DVD watching. My family rolls their eyes when I bring it up at my house. That won't stop me. I have grandbabies to protect from this poison. Check out the DVD's listed in my profile. I hope you watch EVERY ONE of them for your benefit.
Hazel, I'm going to be getting my chicken from a local farmer. They use to raise their own chickens and sell them but the local laws have made it almost impossible for them to continue doing that so they go upstate to another organic farmer. The best thing I can hear from a local organic farmer is: I feed my family this. I'm definitely going to make sure I only get my meat from places that have free range animals. I have some investigating to do!
ReplyDeleteVP - I guess there go my days of having burgers at the diner. I'm so glad you told me about the other DVDs to watch. I love being educated and informed. I've recommended them to my sister who has small children. I know she buys organic milk, eggs & chickens. She's the one that told me about the local farmer and chickens I mentioned to Hazel above. But I don't think she's aware of the GMO issue. I'm still floored with the corruption in with the US gov't. I'm glad I'm not going to be the only one with their family rolling their eyes LOL