Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Beef cattle = Expensive Lawnmowers.
Definately better than the old retired dairy cows they grind up and sell in the grocery store. Don't believe me? Go sit in on an auction and watch who buys the skin and bones animals that can barely walk - They'll grind it up, douse it in breading or wrap it in bacon, or drown it in marinade, put it in a pretty box, and market it as a "quick and easy meal" to harried housewives. Anyways, back to what I was saying.
Each year we agonize over whether the people buying from us will recognize the deal or feel ripped off. The stress is almost not worth the hassle. These are great people that we have known for years and have respect for. Surely they know we are honest people and that we do this almost as a favor to them. Yet still, we fret. We worry. We agonize.
Sigh. Next year maybe we'll do two small cattle in the front yard and try our hand at raising turkeys in the back instead. Skip this whole selling beef by the side altogether and just throw whatever meat we grow in our own freezers. Who knows?