lol thank you again john I will chill and be happy! No more worries over food additives etc. And btw I like my butter and sugar sammies toastedI don't get all caught up in food scares or environmental scares. The news people have to have something to sell papers/attract viewers. In the '70's there was "absolute proof" that we were going into an ice age due to global cooling. Now it's global warming. It's all rubbish. What it is is weather. It varies. Warm spells, cool spells. Probably due to sunspots, or duck farts. Who knows.
Food additives, GMO (or is it GMA?), etc. We live longer than ever before. Well, except for the folks that worry themselves into an early grave over this kind of nonsense. All things in moderation and you will be fine. If there is anything that will cause you the least bit of harm, the lawyers will pounce on it to the very last dollar. Some of the preservatives in food might be what has kept me from rotting, yet. Americans are an odd bunch. We see a river catch fire from pollutants being dumped into it and we decide to do something about it. Some years later, we are measuring pollutants in the parts per billion and trying to do something about that regardless of cost or benefit. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.
Dad always had a garden and chickens. Sometimes a milk cow and/or calves for meat. I had no interest in the garden and he didn't force me. I was the oldest and got the job of killing, scalding, and plucking the chickens. I was a kid and got a kick out of chopping of their heads and watching them flop around. After messing up a couple of hens, Mom wouldn't let me butcher them anymore. I probably should have messed up the plucking. I didn't like that job. It was tedious. We had a gentle Jersey cow and my brothers and I would lead it over to a fence so we could climb the fence to get high enough to get on the cow's back. Then the others would let the cow go. I was the worst rider. My youngest brother was the best. It was in suburban Dallas. There were cactus and cowpies everywhere. I don't remember any of us falling into either. We would also grab the cow's tail and ski behind her. The middle brother was the best at that. Dad always scolded us to not ride the cow, it would break down her back. Years later, they admitted that they watched us through a window, laughing at our antics.
Home raised veggies and meat are the best, especially when well ridden.
I won't tell you about the sugar sandwiches we ate (buttered bread with about an 1/8" of sugar between slices). Didn't kill us yet.
Chill and be happy,
John
