Oven cleaners.

[Lulu]

I prefer Lamb, as long as it it is leftover from a roast joint.

[snoopysue]

Cottage is beef, sherperd is lamb.

That's why I prefer cottage! Never been keen on lamb

[Jimmy]

I prefer to see lamb running around in fields.

[Lulu]

Same could be said for Calves. But I still prefer to be a meat eater, rather than vegetarian.

[snoopysue]

I prefer to see lamb running around in fields.

Definately!
When I was younger my Dad would whisper "mint sauce" every time we saw lambs! Maybe that explains my dislike of eating them!? Not too keen on mint sauce either, the novelty value of it turning the mashed spuds green soon wore off!!

[SRD]

My family used to keep a few lambs fattening in the paddock. Mum would take on orphan or crippled ones that the shepherd wouldn't bother with and bring them on for slaughter and the freezer. Of course they all got given names which led to some entertaining Sunday lunchtime conversations:
Little sister (bottom lip beginning to quiver): "Was this Happy?"
Big brother (grin on face): "Well it certainly wasn't Lucky!"
Exit Little sister in tears, she still won't eat lamb. It's one of big brother's favourite meats though.

[Antie Em]

My family used to keep a few lambs fattening in the paddock. Mum would take on orphan or crippled ones that the shepherd wouldn't bother with and bring them on for slaughter and the freezer. Of course they all got given names which led to some entertaining Sunday lunchtime conversations:
Little sister (bottom lip beginning to quiver): "Was this Happy?"
Big brother (grin on face): "Well it certainly wasn't Lucky!"
Exit Little sister in tears, she still won't eat lamb. It's one of big brother's favourite meats though.

SRD - hope this isn't a true story - can't think of anything more cruel than giving an animal a name and then killing it - especially making it known to children.

[Rob]

[snoopysue]

My family used to keep a few lambs fattening in the paddock. Mum would take on orphan or crippled ones that the shepherd wouldn't bother with and bring them on for slaughter and the freezer. Of course they all got given names which led to some entertaining Sunday lunchtime conversations:
Little sister (bottom lip beginning to quiver): "Was this Happy?"
Big brother (grin on face): "Well it certainly wasn't Lucky!"
Exit Little sister in tears, she still won't eat lamb. It's one of big brother's favourite meats though.

My aunts chickens are all called names like Korma and Vindaloo!!

[Antie Em]

We used to have a cat called Bhuna

[Lulu]

We had one called Rover. Not food related, but silly but not as silly as his pedigree name, which was KC Antiqus Sunshine.

[SRD]

My family used to keep a few lambs fattening in the paddock. Mum would take on orphan or crippled ones that the shepherd wouldn't bother with and bring them on for slaughter and the freezer. Of course they all got given names which led to some entertaining Sunday lunchtime conversations:
Little sister (bottom lip beginning to quiver): "Was this Happy?"
Big brother (grin on face): "Well it certainly wasn't Lucky!"
Exit Little sister in tears, she still won't eat lamb. It's one of big brother's favourite meats though.

SRD - hope this isn't a true story - can't think of anything more cruel than giving an animal a name and then killing it - especially making it known to children.

Quite true I'm afraid. As a family, like most who have been brought up in the country, we've always been aware of where are food comes from and what's involved, in many ways I think it's essential that we should be aware of it rather than divorcing ourselves from reality. It was always made clear what the future held for the lambs mother looked after, it was happening before we were born and continued up until my mother moved to a place where it wasnt practical to keep the animals. The same was true for the chickens, ducks and geese that we had.

[snoopysue]

SRD - hope this isn't a true story - can't think of anything more cruel than giving an animal a name and then killing it - especially making it known to children.

Quite true I'm afraid. As a family, like most who have been brought up in the country, we've always been aware of where are food comes from and what's involved, in many ways I think it's essential that we should be aware of it rather than divorcing ourselves from reality. It was always made clear what the future held for the lambs mother looked after, it was happening before we were born and continued up until my mother moved to a place where it wasnt practical to keep the animals. The same was true for the chickens, ducks and geese that we had.[/quote]

It is important to know where our food comes from and how it's produced!

[Antie Em]

Quite agree Snoops, it's important to know where our food comes from and why it is being grown. I spent a lot of my childhood on a farm in Wales - we all knew exactly why the animals were being reared and what was going to happen to them, and we all knew where they had come from when they were sliced up and on our plate. I have helped rear motherless lambs and have been within earshot when the little piglets had their teeth pulled. Sometimes we were allowed our own "pet" animals which we were allowed to name. What never happened was grown ups telling us when we were around the table, the name of the animal we were eating, just so that they could "have a laugh". I can't ever remember leaving the dining table crying.

[snoopysue]

I remember as a child my Dad made brawn when ever we bourght a pig for the freezer. Horrendous smell when cooking, but absolutely delicious. I loved it with pickle on my butties for my packed lunch. If one of my friends at school wanted to swap butties, I'd tell then it was pigs brains - that put them off! (I was obvioulsy a horrible child at times!)
I don't eat brawn any more, just doesn't live up to the memory of my Dad's.