Since the time I read that the growth hormones given to cows seeped into
their milk and meat, I have been a little more particular about the food I put in my shopping basket. When I later
learned that children are reportedly entering puberty earlier and earlier, due in part to their diets, I made a solemn
vow to buy as much organic food as possible. This is a somewhat selfish act on my part, I have an overbearing,
precocious 8 year-old daughter and the longer I can stave off her pubescent years, the safer my sanity .
That said, it is quite expensive to buy organic. Our weekly food tab for a family of five is astronomical, due in
no small part to all the products without additives. So in an effort to eat healthily and impart a good work ethic on
my kids, we are purchasing a flock of chicks from a nearby ranch family. We will feed them, clean their cages, watch
them live a happy eight or ten weeks in the mountain air and then we will chop off their heads, pluck their feathers
and make them into soup and cordon blu. I am looking forward to seeing the little peepers, feeding them and eating
fresh chicken dinners, but I am somewhat hesitant about that middle death-by-beheading part. My mother and my daughter,
Cassidy, had a practice outing several weeks ago where they caught up a rooster and a couple of old hens. The owner did
the chopping deed and my mother and daughter plucked the beasts. The next day we enjoyed fabulous chicken soup and dumplings, made
all the better by my daughter's blow by blow account of the previous day's efforts.
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