Happy Thanksgiving and eat some for me, ok?!
Happy Thanksgiving and eat some for me, ok?!
What I do when I have:
* too much time
* a sharp knife
* a green lemon
* a patient cat
* a camera?
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Thanks to Jen, who dug this up somewhere in cyberspace 😉
Ugh. Think we oughta stick to burgers or such….
About a Turkey
…….Now consider the bird that will soon be on your plate. It probably hatched in an incubator on a huge farm, most likely in the Midwest or the South. Its life went downhill from there. A few days after hatching — in the first of many unnatural if not necessarily painful indignities — it had its upper beak and toenails snipped off. A turkey is normally a very discriminating eater (left to its own devices, it will search out the exact food it wants to eat). In order to fatten it up quickly, farmers clip the beak, transforming it into a kind of shovel. With its altered beak, it can no longer pick and choose what it will eat. Instead, it will do nothing but gorge on the highly fortified corn-based mash that it is offered, even though that is far removed from the varied diet of insects, grass and seeds turkeys prefer. And the toenails? They’re removed so that they won’t do harm later on: in the crowded conditions of industrial production, mature turkeys are prone to picking at the feathers of their neighbors — and even cannibalizing them.
After their beaks are clipped, mass- produced turkeys spend the first three weeks of their lives confined with hundreds of other birds in what is known as a brooder, a heated room where they are kept warm, dry and safe from disease and predators. The next rite of passage comes in the fourth week, when turkeys reach puberty and grow feathers. For centuries, it was at this point that a domesticated turkey would move outdoors for the rest of its life.
But with the arrival of factory turkey farming in the 1960’s, all that changed. Factory-farm turkeys don’t even see the outdoors. Instead, as many as 10,000 turkeys that hatched at the same time are herded from brooders into a giant barn. These barns generally are windowless, but are illuminated by bright lights 24 hours a day, keeping the turkeys awake and eating.
These turkey are destined to spend their lives not on grass but on wood shavings, laid down to absorb the overwhelming amount of waste that the flock produces. Still, the ammonia fumes rising from the floor are enough to burn the eyes, even at those operations where the top level of the shavings is occasionally scraped away during the flock’s time in the barn.
Not only do these turkeys have no room to move around in the barn, they don’t have any way to indulge their instinct to roost (clutching onto something with their claws when they sleep). Instead, the turkeys are forced to rest in an unnatural position — analogous to what sleeping sitting up is for humans.
While in the shower this morning, I realized Thanksgiving is on Thursday. Will need to be sending some cards.
Genuinely American holidays like Thanksgiving are hard to track when overseas.
Anyhow, gave a thought to those millions of turkeys which have already given their lives and are labeled Butterball or whatever and will, this week, be served on millions of tables on Thursday.
So, if you have bought a frozen turkey, make sure you put it out to thaw in time.
Here it is Sunday afternoon, the weekend is once again vanishing quicker than you can say turkey.
Our weather is much too mild for this time of year, beaming sunshine and 46F. Oh yeah, gotta make sure I remove the rest of those stupid leaves from the porch and the sidewalk.
Yo – regarding the “stupid things I did this week” department. Got home late from work, had to dash to a birthday, laid my wallet on the wood burning stove which was not on.
Ha. An hour later I made a wonderful fire in that stove, the whole house was wonderfully warm – then I discovered my wallet still laying there.
Threw the damn thing in the freezer but it didn’t help.
Every card in there melted and changed its form somewhat – was not able to get any money from the ATM, have ordered replacement credit cards, geeeeeez.
Shit happens, I guess.
Tomorrow, Tobi will be 3. We have an invite, as every year, from his mother’s owner.
It is always a blast, as it was a litter of eight puppies, which have all grown into giant black macho huggables. His mom will be there as will his dad (he is never really very interested in what is going on – just lays on the sidelines and wants to be left alone). Interesting enough, Pieko, the father of the litter, is a mixed breed who looks like a yellow lab. All of his children are black and resemble black labs.
On another front. Could someone please tell me why it is so damn hard getting up in the winter? I have absolutely no problems getting out of bed in the morning in spring and summer, but this time of the year it is a daily torture, to say the least. Some of it is surely due to the fact that I still have this damn cold and have been working a lot, but still. Ugh.
Jenny and Sebastian were on TV this week – she sent me a link to the video. Wow. Cool.
The subject of the report was watches with GPRS for tracking children.
Does this mean that my GPRS cell phone always lets everyone know where I am?
Have to check on that one, could get me into trouble, lol.
Ok. gotta hit the showers and get myself to the office…the daily grind………………
Things have just been kinda crazy on every front here.
No one has been hearing a whole lot from me and I am sorry for that folks.
Ok, let’s see, where can we catch up.
Mom, thanks again for those jalapeno seeds: here a foto of my harvest:
Believe me, it aint easy growing jalapenos in Bavara, in light of our usually cool and often rainy summers. The record temperatures this year helped a lot. Regarding those round peppers in the picture, don’t ask me what they are. They came, they grew and ripened. The round ones are very aromatic but aren’t hot. Snuck themselves in those little buggers.
I made a huge pot of salsa today, about three gallons actually. Will be freezing that in small portions so as to have another year´s supply.
Here is a foto that really made me laugh – it’s Pat+ the Gang’s dog, Abby:
I have never seen a dog with three tennis balls in his mouth. Wow.
Regarding Christmas, I have promised Mom, Dad, Gene and Jen and the kids socks. Two weeks ago I had an acute bout of carpal tunnel, which has gotten me to the point of staying away from the computer as much as I can, and which has slowed me down in terms of knitting anything. Will have to go back to the drawing board on that one.
Last week, some sort of nasty virus grabbed a hold of me and kept me lying down for four days (including the weekend). The devil is on the loose at work (in a positive way) and things are just whacky.
I will better myself concerning posting here, promise.
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