I was doing my facercises this morning and the phone rang (I so know you will click the link - if you are under 40, you won’t get it, so truly, don’t bother) .
I cannot reveal who the conversation was with, for fear I may be sued. It went like this,
Anonymous: I am going to make this great chicken soup recipe.
Me: That’s nice. Have you made it before?
Anonymous: No, and I need your advice. It says I need chicken legs and I have been searching for them everywhere and can't find them. Do you think it would be ok if I used chicken drumsticks instead?
Me: You mean I never ever told you that drumsticks were......
Clearly, I was remiss somewhere in her formative years.
It’s entirely my fault you understand. I've always had an aversion to purchasing and cooking dead animals. Not for the usual ethical, religious, economic or health reasons though. But then, you could have guessed as much, right?
Vegetarians please turn away now. There is nothing else to see here.
I do eat meat. I really like it but do not eat much. I do enjoy a juicy steak every now and then but only if someone else cooks it. I will not handle raw meat ever, under any circumstances. It worked really well when living with a Chef who had restaurants. At least, it did once we came to an understanding about what the term 'cooked' actually meant.
My aversion to raw meat and meat handlers in particular, grew from my first experience buying meat at a boutique butchers.
This is what happened. I was 17.
Butcher: What can I do for you love?
Me: Um, I’d like a leg of lamb please? (Aussies, I was into lamb before Naomi Watts chose a lamb dinner over a date with Tom Cruise). Butcher: Do you want the left leg or the right leg.
Me: Um, Um I am not really sure. What's the difference?
Butcher: Well this sheep came from the high country so it grew up on a steep hill. So that means the right leg is far longer than the left.
Me: Oh, I guess I’ll have the right leg then...I suppose.
Butcher: No worries.....as he goes out the back and nearly chokes on his laughter.
I had no idea he was 'pulling my leg'.
While it's funny, I've never gone near a butcher or bought meat since. Seriously.My question to you is this (no, Sarah it's not do you think I need therapy?) - how do you feel about meat. Do you eat it or not?
I try my best to keep your lives as superficial as mine for at least a couple of minutes a few times a week, just humour me.
1. Thanks to those who have asked about Des. He is out of hospital, doing ok and being waited on by slaves as a man in his position should expect.
2. Readers of Lilly’s life, yes the real readers and the lurkers who read and dont comment, go put in an entry to the Etsy giveaway on the right. It's a good one. I want it to go to a real reader but you have to be in it to win it. Because random.org decides, not me unfortunately. So far, giveaways have gone to the UK, Canada, USA, India, Estonia, Romania, Australia, Sweden – Lilly’s Life is an equal opportunities giveaway blog. No dogs allowed, though. We all have our limits.