Like Eggs?

Okay, I'm not a vegan; I am a vegetarian and don't eat eggs that often anyway. I could never possibly even entertain the idea of eating beef again. But I am a non-militant vegetarian and not out to change the world.

Yes, and I shall continue. I like vegetarians. Most of the critters I eat are vegetarians.

Can't wait to get tomorrow's Egg McMuffin.

I can remember years ago my grandfather breaking the neck of a chicken like that so my grandmother could fry it for dinner. I guess alot of you older folks can remember that too.
Please don't jump me, it's just something I remember from my childhood on my grandparents farm.

Chicken and dogs don't play well together either.

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semiannualchick
I can remember years ago my grandfather breaking the neck of a chicken like that so my grandmother could fry it for dinner. I guess alot of you older folks can remember that too.
Please don't jump me, it's just something I remember from my childhood on my grandparents farm.

I remember my uncle doing that, also. I had eaten enough store bought chicken that I didn't like the chicken from the yard. All of the meat was darker to me. I also, did not like the eggs that we gathered from home. The yolks are so much darker in color. The milk we drank was better to me, but that was all I knew. The cream that settled on the top is a vivid memory to me. I also remember if the cow had eaten green onions how bad it tasted. There was something else that the cow would eat that made it taste terrible, but I don't remember what that weed was.

I remember my grandmother wringing the chicken's neck. Then, watching the critter run aroung headless, rather like a politician.

I remember my grandfather would cut the heads of the chickens and they would run all around the petting zoo as the children from the field trip screamed.

Mra. R,s farm last weekand as we enjoyed a cool afternoon we all watched as one hen picked and pecked at the others. I guess we will have chicken for dinner with that she walked over and gently raised the hen to her side then stroked one last time and said you are my best layer I wish you had played nice and with that her head was gone. As we all sat down to dinner I thought how good some deviled eggs would be.

I know that one of the annoying things about life in forum world is "one upsmanship"and I apologize in advance for this but.....Being 58 years old I come from a time here in Appalachia when indoor plumbing wasn't the norm.Back in that "dream time" we slaughtered most of our meat in what would be considered our back yard,except what we killed while hunting.This not only included chickens but fat cattle,hogs,and the occasional young corn fed nanny goat.Today in our overly politically correct world we and our children are insulated from all the unpleasantness of food procurement .Therefore when we order that six dollar Black Angus burger ,or Big Mac ,we don't see that something had to die ,some one had to kill for us to be able replenish our protein reserve .Our children think food just falls out of the fridge .Unfortunately most don't have a clue about what all is involved in order to bring food to the table or back seat of an SUV.

I remember when it was customary for my family to kill a goat and clean it for Labor day stew.
I have attended many hog killings, where a whole hog would be cooked and devoured the next day. Someone would always dare another to eat the eyes. I also remember when I could take a live hog to the Florence packing co. They would kill it clean and scald the hair off for less than $20. Now days a processor will not even do a hog and leave the head on. A whole hog bbq is not a whole hog without the head on.
I also remember my dad taking hogs heads to my great aunt and she made souse-meat from it.

I remember when Pitty pat's Porch in Atlanta served souse meat and head cheese. We never told yankee guests what the source was!

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They would kill it clean and scald the hair off for less than $20. Now days a processor will not even do a hog and leave the head on. A whole hog bbq is not a whole hog without the head on.
I also remember my dad taking hogs heads to my great aunt and she made souse-meat from it.

"some don't like me, but I am one I would be proud to know"

I never ate it, but remember the people that did loved it. It was the meat boiled off the head with sage added. There is probably something marketed today that is basically the same thing. My mother loved it.

Gus what about ,"liver and light stew",there is a name for it but I can't remember it,made from hog liver and his lungs ,that would be the first meal after a hog killin'.Then brains an eggs for breakfast.Let's not forget fried chittlins the next day.

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Originally posted by Ronnie P.:
I remember my grandfather would cut the heads of the chickens and they would run all around the petting zoo as the children from the field trip screamed.

LOL!!!!

Not getting the reaction you wanted, huh? This ain't B'ham, most of us have had some experience with the realities of the origins of our food.

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Originally posted by ka-0-hub:
Gus what about ,"liver and light stew",there is a name for it but I can't remember it,made from hog liver and his lungs ,that would be the first meal after a hog killin'.Then brains an eggs for breakfast.Let's not forget fried chittlins the next day.

I have eaten the liver before and did not like it at all. But, then again it don't have to taste good to sustain life.

This topic went from eggs to the things we used to eat of a pig. It can be combined, get this: what about pig brains and eggs? My grandmother used to scamble eggs and brains together. I did try that a couple of times. Ok, but I just bearly remember the taste.

My point was, if there was one ,I was mostly just caught up in a moment of nostalgia,was that we didn't waste any thing.Unlike today.

Scrambled eggs and fried squirrrrel um um ummmm!

Brains and eggs with gravy..... good eatin

This thread is making me hungry....mmmmmm Mustard Biscuits with chicken parts....

I must admit I have never eaten the brain of anything except a mudbug and they are great!

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Originally posted by plumbiam1:
I must admit I have never eaten the brain of anything except a mudbug and they are great!

What's a MudBug? Is it actually how it sounds? A bug you found in the Mud & you ate it?

Crawdad!

Pickled quail eggs

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Crawdad!

I just got that.....never heard them called MudBugs. That is totally cool.

Love pickled quail eggs in salads. Koreans eat them as a health food.

OK....I'm not going for one up but....Grandma E.when she cooked sguirrels she always cooked the cleaned heads and if you were lucky enough to get one ,after cracking his skull with a case knife you would pick his brain out with your fork and eat it.

This is getting good.

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ka-0-hub
OK....I'm not going for one up but....Grandma E.when she cooked sguirrels she always cooked the cleaned heads and if you were lucky enough to get one ,after cracking his skull with a case knife you would pick his brain out with your fork and eat it.

WHAT??? That's one up, for sure!!!

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Originally posted by ka-0-hub:
OK....I'm not going for one up but....Grandma E.when she cooked sguirrels she always cooked the cleaned heads and if you were lucky enough to get one ,after cracking his skull with a case knife you would pick his brain out with your fork and eat it.

That is just plain NASTY

I remember a long time ago...being at my great grandmothers. I opened up her freezer...looking for some ice cream and there was a pig head staring right back at me. I never again opened up her freezer without her. I remember her making eggs and brains, but don't remember eating them. I remember eating pickled pigs feet though. I must've really liked them....but don't think I could stomach them today.

I've been to service calls in Florence...glance over into the kitchen sink, and see a possum there soaking. I've never eaten nor been offered possum to eat though.

When I was growing up, my father's parents had a farm out in Florence where they raised cattle, hogs and chickens. We always had fresh meat in the freezer from their cows and pigs. Two of my most vivid memories from childhood relate to farm animals and my father's penchant for using all situations as a teaching tool. One year after hog killing time, he brough my sister and I both pig tails to play with and to show us that, once a pig is killed, it's tail loses its curl. I took my pig tail to school for show and tell and couldn't understand why the other kids looked at me so strangely. I didn't realize they all didn't have grandparents with a farm. The second incident involved the bull on my grandparent's farm. He was getting older and meaner by the year so they finally made the decision to kill him and have the butcher salvage any meat from him that might be edible. Daddy came home with this big brown paper wrapped bundle under his arm and put it in the kitchen sink, calling me and my sister over. I want to show you something he said, opening up the paper to reveal the bull's heart. He explained he was showing us this because he wanted us to understand that the heart inside us resembled the heart in the sink on a much smaller scale and not the ones we exchanged at Valentines. I remember thinking how big the animal was that heart had come out of because the heart was bigger than a basketball and took up all of the kitchen sink.

UUUUUH? you sure that wasn't a bull elephant?