Can You Hear Us Honking On Your Radio?
My Christmas Dinner Is Famous!
Click to see a picture of my mum and dad's mate Phil, Goose Farmer and possible Beast Of Oak Wood (something's been taking deer up there, and frankly it's either Phil, my dad or an actual big cat, and dad swears blind he couldn't run one down on his dodgy knee), talking to Sheila Dillon on The Food Program at the weekend. If you're really enthusiastic, you can even listen to the program! That noise you can hear is part of my xmas dinner happily fattening itself up, then being humanely killed. Mmmmm...... radio fresh!
Click to see a picture of my mum and dad's mate Phil, Goose Farmer and possible Beast Of Oak Wood (something's been taking deer up there, and frankly it's either Phil, my dad or an actual big cat, and dad swears blind he couldn't run one down on his dodgy knee), talking to Sheila Dillon on The Food Program at the weekend. If you're really enthusiastic, you can even listen to the program! That noise you can hear is part of my xmas dinner happily fattening itself up, then being humanely killed. Mmmmm...... radio fresh!
The Beeb have also kindly included the farm's contact details, and given Phil and the very nice Liz are also recommended by Ew Furnely-Wotsit, I'd order now if you want an organic free range goose for Xmas 2006. None of them have mentioned Phil & Liz's daughter, who works in the farm shop and is lovely, so I am! Hello! Save me a tankard of the Home Farm Dry, yeah?
posted by I'm Over The Moon @ 8:36 am
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Sounds more pleasant than that "Everything You Do And Have Ever Done Will Kill You And Your Unborn Child So Don't Relax And Feel Good For One Moment Even At Christmas" show that was on C4 last night. Apparently factory farmed turkeys don't have fun, and get sad when they're killed.
Whereas the point should have been 'Dont Eat Turkey For It Is Nought But A Tastless Fibrous Medium For Food Poisoning, And Traditionally People In This Country Had Anything They Fancied Roasted For Xmas, Not Just Poultry.' For my work xmas lunch yesterday I had Bream, which was yummy!
I had turkey this year, and it tasted lovely...it was impossible to tell if it was sad or not at the time of its death, but to be honest I wasn't thinking about that when I was tucking into it with some roasties and honey glazed veg...!
Last year I cooked a large joint of beef, which was bloody lovely!!
I couldn't tell if the cow it came from was sad at the time of its death either, but again that was far from at the forefront of my concern during consumption.
GOD that gravy was good that year too.......
You don't know gravy. Gravy is three bird rost seven hour dripping with goose stock with fresh bay leaves from the tree outside. it's black as marmite with twice as much flavour. one eats half as much food down here but feels twice as full. I have lost half a stone going for walks up golden cap and such, and it has snown and rendered the view from my window a Thomas Hardy cover without the tedious payed by the word prose inside. I don't want to go home!
If a kitten is in a closed box with an open flask of poison that you know it will at some point knock over causing it to die, is there any difference between leaving the closed box or stamping on it, killing the kitten instantly?
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