My father grew up on a dairy farm and they butchered a steer every year for meat and they had a family over for dinner one Sunday and they served some steak from the one they butchered and one of the kids said the wished they lived on a farm so they could eat free steak every day....
I've worked cattle... no beef is better than purely pasture raised beef, I love them, but I eat em...


I boxed up some of my girls eggs and proudly delivered them around to some friends and relatives. Most were thrilled but one aunt refused them and looked digusted! She said, 'I'm sorry but I cant eat these - I know where they come from - chickens!'