I did. I also explained to her the whole chicken biology and how my fresh eggs are much cleaner than store bought eggs. I think we'll be getting a new BYC member soonPriceless. Please tell me you told her how old grocery store eggs are.

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I did. I also explained to her the whole chicken biology and how my fresh eggs are much cleaner than store bought eggs. I think we'll be getting a new BYC member soonPriceless. Please tell me you told her how old grocery store eggs are.
Love the thread, I've heard some good ones too, mostly covered in this thread tho. As a guy that has always been working on a farm and still in the ag business, I'm always surprised at how little people know about their food. College was rough, haha, city people seem to be the most ignorant about the subject. After work I'll have to sit down & post a few things.![]()
unfortunately its commonplace in our country todayThat one is scary. I shudder to think about the level of ignorance.
Around where I live you rarely see that level of ignorance, very small farming community. A lot of my family's food comes from outside. We still have hogs on dirt, eat grass fed beef and more deer and small game than you can shake a stick at. I do remember a girl in college asking me how I could eat my pets (which they aren't really pets anyhow), I just replied, like this & commenced taking a bite of a sandwich. She was disgusted and called me a cave man. I just politely smiled and said thank you, hahaThat would never fly here. We have two butcher shops and one who comes twice a month and sells out of his truck. They raise their own animals for slaughter, and there are pictures everywhere of which animal you're eating. The jobbing one especially will whip out stacks of photos to show you how happy his pigs were wallowing in mud and rooting up the ground. More power to him, since they live wild in managed woodland, and never see a day indoors until the hour at slaughter.