[nw_arizona_granny]

The cutting doesn’t phase me but it freaks my daughters out, they always leave too.<<<

Other than the smell, I do not cut much with a knife, I have double vision, have had it always.

Besides Bill spoiled me, he took care of all those types of distasteful jobs.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I am not a sissy and have cleaned far more animal pens than he ever did.

After he was gone, I discovered that I really was afraid that I would cut myself.

Now, I do what I have to and cook lots of things in big pieces.

I do not know at what age we should introduce killing to the kids......I knew if we were to have meat, it had to be killed and did my share.

I choose to not eat goat meat, as they tell me it tastes like deer and I do not like deer meat, so did not try goat meat.

And we had a freezer full of beef and pork, so did not need it.

Now, I do not have to worry, I won’t be hunting in this life, but I might tell someone where the deer and burro come for water.

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I choose to not eat goat meat, as they tell me it tastes like deer and I do not like deer meat, so did not try goat meat.

I love deer meat. Our SIL cooked some when we were over at their house in Basil for a bbq. Feels good for someone else to do the bbq'ing for a change.

I would love to have a freezer full of pork. I'd think about buying one to slaughter but I can't get over that pig sty smell. My inlaws used to give us some after they butchered one of their hogs.

Up thread I read where beans, fried potatoes and cornbread were served at meal time. That made me think of my inlaws. Not once did we eat there and that was not on their table. Of course they drowned their fried potatoes in syrup, hubby still does, along with his eggs.