I have two rules when it comes to the carnivorous side of my omnivorous existence:
1) If I am not willing to kill it myself, then I can't eat it. This involves a bit of imagination on my part because I don't regularly kill animals. But I did moose hunt a few years ago, and was involved in food safety inspections at a chicken slaughter plant, so I have a pretty clear idea of all the implications and emotions. And I have made it a rule that I can only eat it if I am personally willing to kill it.
Squashberry jelly. Yum.
I would describe it as a cranberry-like jelly that has the smell of 'the woods'. Specifically, it smells of blasty boughs. Yum again.
That might be a hard sell for some, but blasty boughs is one of my favourite smells and I think it works brilliantly in a jelly.
"If you can't handle a bit of pain, there's not much odds about ya."
Madeline is my step Mother-In-Law. She had a slew of kids. Twelve in fact.
You can be sure there was a lot of pain in her life, and she 'handled it'.
In fact, she could handle pain so well, that when she broke her hip in later years it went undiagnosed for seven months!
A special breed of people, their generation.
I found myself thinking of Madeline's musings several times this past Labour Day when we hiked The Spout!
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