Where I Come From . . .

Well.  I am sure you have all been on pins and needles . . . just dying to know if I did, in fact, grind up an elk this weekend.

Yes, folks.  Yes, I did.  And it wasn't as glamorous as one might think.

Now, I put on Facebook that I was going to do said grinding, and people were mentioning that I should be thankful for all the fresh meat for my family . . .

Oh.  I'm thankful!  But, does that mean I can't be grossed out?  It is a blessing to know you won't starve.  We could live off of elk and applesauce out here for months.  MONTHS, I tell ya!

But I still maintain that it is nasty . . . what with all the blood and hair and general carnage.

Yet, this is the way people are in these here parts.  Allow me to explain by telling you a story . . . a little illustration, if you will.

On Friday night, we went to the local Walmart.  Our local Walmart is almost an hour away from Ruralville.  Because Ruralville is THAT cool.  At Walmart, David purchased freezer paper to wrap the meat that we would soon be grinding.

So, without further ado, I shall present to you:

A Closer Look Into The People that Live in My Region

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  What did you kill?

David:  An elk.

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  Good for you!  Huntins' been terrible this year.  I don't hardly know no one who got nothing.

David:  Yeah.

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  Get a bull, did ya?

David:  No, just a cow.

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  Still good eatin' . . . still good eatin'.

David:  Yup.

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  I got nothin' this year.  Under shot a bull on opening day.  Darn semi-blahblahblah froze up on me blahblahblah.  I tell ya what a blahblahblahblahblah.  Huntins' been terrible. Can't believe it.  My brother got a nice 4x4.  Real nice.

Lest any of you are confused, the blahblahblah parts refer to the words that I either a) did not understand or b) was not interested in.

David:  Yeah.

Helpful Walmart Associate Lady:  Well, have fun!

And fun we did have.  The next day, David's hunting friend came.  We'll call him Earl, because that sounds about right.  Earl did not bring his wife, so I stayed in the house at first and caught the girls up on some school.  About three hours later, I went out to see if I could offer them coffee.

Next thing I knew, I was changing into a flannel shirt and getting ready to load elk flesh into a meat grinder.

I will have you all know that I kept my uber cute earrings in.  A girl has to be fashionable, no matter what the occasion.  Holla!

So, I stuffed meat into that grinder and removed the occasional elk hair that would come my way.  Then I helped wrap and freeze the meat, counted my blessings to have a freezer full of FRESH meat, and vowed to become a vegetarian.

I told Earl that I was contemplating switching to the vegetarian team.  He informed that his wife was a vegetarian when he first met her.

"Yeah.  But I set her right.  One day I came home and she had caught and killed two squirrels and cooked them up for my lunch.  Been eatin' meat ever since."

And THAT, dear readers, is just a little glimpse of where I come from.  If you were curious.  And you know you were.

Don't be jealous.