I have seen lots of things posted on Foodie sites about getting back to our food and “knowing” where your food comes from; so let me tell you that as a farmer’s wife – I know where my food comes from. I am good with knowing. I even “hunt” or in this case “butcher” my own. For those new to this blog, let me tell you that I live on a working 6th generation Angus Beef farm with my husband and three kids. Second, let me state for the record, that until I met my husband (a tall drink of water in Wranglers) in college, I was a typical American who knew nothing about where my food and fiber came from.
After, twenty years this month (according to Brian) of hanging out with Farmers and Ranchers and living on a working farm, I know quite a bit about food, fuel, and fiber. And American Agriculture. This is the story of my chicken and dumplings. See, that biggest chicken – he was a rooster and we have no need for a rooster on our farm. We need eggs not meat.
So, up until today, Big Boy had had a great life. Lots of treats and feed, but alas today was chili outside with snow flurries and nothing thawed in the fridge. So… Time to get the chicken for the dumplings.
After dispatching the bird, which was done quickly and efficiently with a little help from my very own Farmer Husband. Then to the skinning, cleaning, and making of the stock. Brie helped me every step of the way. I only ended up with one cut to the thumb, the diner made up for the pain. My father-in-law even loved them.
The rooster once well fed and crowing had now provided food for my family of six (my mom lives with us) and my Mother-in-Law and Father-in-Law. Plus there was left over meat for chicken pot pie tomorrow, and lots of homemade chicken stock.
So, while I am sure this post may offend the Vegan’s and Veggitarian’s in the crowd, but I mean no harm – this is just how I live. I am not going to their home and tell them what or how to eat, so I ask the same consideration.
I choose to eat meat.
As a doctor, and a Mom I feel that this source of protein is best for my family. I think that chicken from the store is great too (and much less work), but today I had an animal that had reached its usefulness on our farm and I needed food for diner.
I make no pretense to tell others how to eat, but I love how I choose to eat with my family.
I hope you will consider following along to see what I get into next. You see, I love farming and ranching.
I am proud to be an American Farmer.
I hope that I might help you understand what and why we do things on our farms.