| I plucked and gutted two ducks!!
I've been wanting to move away from pre-packaged meat for a while. It seems that we get more and more removed from reality and if I want to eat meat I reckon I should be willing to prepare it. Also and most importantly the way mass produced meat is kept while alive apalls me - I knew there would be a point when I felt enough was enough and I just shouldn't buy it anymore.
At the market they sell wild duck, free for all it's life to live, fly, breed, and bonk! But it comes complete, feathers, head, and all it's bits inside!! They sell wild rabbit too, that's gutted but skin on and I don't know how to tell if they're fresh.
So there I was sniffing a rabbit when an old guy came and told me what to look for - the rabbits weren't so good but he admired the ducks (£2.50 a pair). I said I don't know how to gut them (I figured plucking ain't exactly rocket science!). He told me, got me to hold it feel the right places to cut and suggested I wet the duck first all there'll be feathers everywhere!!
I sat in the autumn sunshine and plucked my ducks! I talked to them while I plucked and told them how much I would appreciate them. I told them I wouldn't waste any, that the dogs woud get any left and I said I hoped they both had time to rear young.
When I die I want to be treated with respect until my body's gone away - they seemed more real animals than when they come wrapped in polythene so I figured I'd do as I'd like done and not treat them like a sack of spuds!
So tonight mr. and mrs. will feed me, D and my best two mates who are moving house this Monday - all their stuff is packed.
I'm proud of myself. As long as I eat meat this is how I'd like to do it, things that had a good life and treating them with respect in death. I wonder what they'll taste like?
Is this totally bonkers??
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