tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post4558176486549437179..comments2023-10-31T05:37:45.410-07:00Comments on Hungry Hyaena: Field To TableHungry Hyaenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-21112836669754811002008-01-05T19:20:00.000-08:002008-01-05T19:20:00.000-08:00Hans:Yes, I would have liked to include a "cooked"...Hans:<BR/><BR/>Yes, I would have liked to include a "cooked" photo, but I was tired that evening and so totally forgot! Next time.<BR/><BR/>Earwig:<BR/><BR/>Thanks...and nicely summarized.<BR/><BR/>Happy New Year to you!Hungry Hyaenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06354349850246750046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-31706582122743563542008-01-05T19:05:00.000-08:002008-01-05T19:05:00.000-08:00Nice post, HH. I like the image of the bloody han...Nice post, HH. I like the image of the bloody hand. <BR/>Sadly, I think that we continue to grow more squeamish of the world around us. In this era of video chats, MMORPG's, and internet porn, even our interpersonal relationships are mediated by technology. When it comes to the "down & dirty" biology of our body, we can barely cope. We bathe so frequently that it damages our hair and irritates our skin then slather ourselves with artificial scents and colors. Our urine and feces vanish instantly and effortlessly down the toilet. Our food comes pre-processed and pre-packaged-- barely recognizable as a part of what it once was. Any reminders of the provenance of our food disturbs us greatly and pushes us into awkward stances of denial or irrational fervor. We are each little Lady Macbeths scrubbing furiously at our consciences.<BR/>I often consider myself to be fairly grounded in the gore and dirt of my own existence, but I am regularly reminded of just how alienated I am. I was slightly nauseated the first time I saw milk actually exiting the teat of a cow. Likewise unwashed, farm eggs cause me to contemplate the cloaca of the chicken and fill me with uneasy fascination. Even the sight of onions sprouting from the soil fills me with incredulity (this after years of working on farms and in gardens). <BR/>At some point, our bubble must burst, but I wonder how far we will go. Will we be aliens on our own planet?<BR/>In the meantime, enjoy the duck.<BR/>Happy New YearEarwighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06882168801370407864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11167350.post-86873792953646824022008-01-05T13:59:00.000-08:002008-01-05T13:59:00.000-08:00I love it, but you should have post a photo of the...I love it, but you should have post a photo of the grilled ducks too ;-)Hanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06081946944668235348noreply@blogger.com