Man, being a cow, a farmer, and a meat-eater is hard! Guess we should all just join Cargill and bury our consciences out at the cattle ranch.
From the NY Times article that does not mention grass-feeding as an alternative:
Farmers and feedlot owners fear that they will be stuck with the vaccine cost and that it will cut into already tight margins. Mr. Timmerman, the feedlot owner, said that in a good year his profit is $25 to $35 an animal.
“The incentive for the vaccine is it’s going to benefit the packer who is vulnerable to recalls and lawsuits,” said Ronald F. Eustis, executive director of the Minnesota Beef Promotion and Research Council, a trade group that represents farmers and feedlot owners. “Unless the farmer, the producers, the rancher is somehow compensated, he’s going to be reluctant to lay out the cash.”
(not meant to be funny)
This woman is pretty awesome.
This speech is outstanding.
NY State Senate: HOW COULD YOU REFUTE AN ARGUMENT LIKE THIS? ‘
I’d like to memorize this speech.

A Guacamole Story

Pickled jalapeno, lime, red onions...

y dos firm aguacates y un molcajete...

= heaven
Lance and I watched Food Inc. tonight. After we made this guacamole, which I now realize does not include local, seasonal produce. Woops. Gives me someplace to start!
And so, I just want to say that I want to take action.
I want to eat sustainably and demand sustainable food produced by local, independent farmers. I want to support these farmers and, in so doing, weaken huge, heartless, industrial beasts like Monsanto, whose frightening political arms and system of legally destroying, or threatening to destroy, farmers who refuse to use pesticide-resistant Monsanto soybeans.
And I want to do this as soon as possible.
Hello, Greenmarket. Goodbye, xantham gum and all your scary corn-based friends. And goodbye meat that isn’t grass-fed and from this amazing farm.
Lance and I wrote a holiday song.
It’s called “Melt Away”. And it is dedicated to anyone who listens to it.
Happy December!!!!
Sounds of food being brought out of the cupboards and pens scratching paper to make lists of more food to be bought and many happy, relieved, expectant sighs.

What disappointment looks like on me.
(Also, what I look like when I am about to place an order at a Thai restaurant on a Saturday night. I wasn’t disappointed then. I had a great time. I am just re-appropriating this recent picture to illustrate a current disappointment. Oh, Christmas. And Christmas-revelry. You break my heart.)
My sister and I watched a lot of Designing Women when we were kids. On Lifetime. She sent this to me as a gesture of what I can only assume was thanks (for introducing her to Mary Jo & co. and for refusing to change the channel to Wishbone.)
Sister, you’re welcome. Happy Thanksgiving!!

Hanukkah is getting closer. So is Christmas.
In the spirit of the season of desire, I want this.