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[Rufus T. Firefly]

,,,, one can wonder, if ya wanted to.

Nah.....

[robert.]

mmmm pie

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[MurphOnMillerAve]

,,,, one can wonder, if ya wanted to.

Nah.....

You're right. Of course.

[HONDO74]

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Maybe that error was written by some of the same people who say, "Axe" when they are trying to say, "ASK". Eh? Huh?
Ex: He axed me. Meaning: "He cut me up with an axe." Or, the person speaking didn't get the part in the play.

Or maybe, in the writer's mind, he hears it was an AKward moment when he got AKed.

[rogruth]

[quote="MurphOnMillerAv It's been quite a while since I had a hotdog. Good epicurean point! [/quote]
I haven't eaten a hot dog since I saw them made in a factory over 60 years ago.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

[quote="MurphOnMillerAv It's been quite a while since I had a hotdog. Good epicurean point! I haven't eaten a hot dog since I saw them made in a factory over 60 years ago.

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Roger, You remind me of an event when I was a boy (8or9-ish). My father had bought a slaughterhouse, as an investment. My mother and I went there for an inaugural visit, which happened to be on the day they were slaughtering calves (for veal, etc.) and a huge bull.

I can still see and hear their screams as they were hoisted by their rear-leg ankles and carried along a walkway, as a man cut their throats. A cage with moveable sides pinned the bull, and a man wacked its head with a small sledge (?) hammer. For somedamn reason, blood flowed across the red-painted floor, from both the upside-down-hanging calves and from the bull's short-lived imprisonment.

Mother and I exited with my father, before being given the tour of the pig-slaughtering room.

My mother had one short sentence to say to my father (which I recall very clearly): "Get rid of it."

He did, the very next day.

I still do not eat veal.

[HONDO74]

Mother and I exited with my father, before being given the tour of the pig-slaughtering room.

My mother had one short sentence to say to my father (which I recall very clearly): "Get rid of it."

He did, the very next day.

I still do not eat veal.

Tis a good thing you were not raised on a farm 150 years ago. Dad would have had you help him slaughter the animals so everyone in the family would have something to eat.

I think today the animals are killed more humanely so they do not suffer like they once did.

[rogruth]

Although I did not enjoy the killing of the animals What turned me off to hot dogs is what parts went into the hot dog.

[MurphOnMillerAve]

Although I did not enjoy the killing of the animals What turned me off to hot dogs is what parts went into the hot dog.

So I am assuming you would not eat (nor would I) Pork Bung or so-called "Prairie Oysters", aka "swinging beef", and "cowboy caviar", huh.

However, do you suppose that a brand such as "Hebrew National" All Beef hotdogs uses nicer parts in their composition?

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Tis a good thing you were not raised on a farm 150 years ago. Dad would have had you help him slaughter the animals so everyone in the family would have something to eat.

150 years ago? I must be really, really old. Fall butchering was and still is an event of significance up in the valley......

I think today the animals are killed more humanely so they do not suffer like they once did.

I guess......

what parts went into the hot dog.

Little wasted food when you raise your own.....

[rogruth]

Or selling it.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

Or selling it.

Yup.

[HONDO74]

Tis a good thing you were not raised on a farm 150 years ago. Dad would have had you help him slaughter the animals so everyone in the family would have something to eat.

150 years ago? I must be really, really old. Fall butchering was and still is an event of significance up in the valley......

I just selected 150 years ago knowing that most in those days were probably dependent upon the fall butchering to survive. Survival is what I was trying to point out.

When we first moved from California to the Midwest we lived in Iowa for a year. Went to a lot of farm auctions. It seemed like every farm had a Cast Iron Hog Scalding Pot. There was a sizable Amish community close to where we were. We would always see them at the auctions where they had dragged out all the horse drawn equipment from the hedge rows.

[Rufus T. Firefly]

It seemed like every farm had a Cast Iron Hog Scalding Pot. There was a sizable Amish community close to where we were. We would always see them at the auctions where they had dragged out all the horse drawn equipment from the hedge rows.

3-4 of those pots used to be used over at the farm during butchering.