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  • votrubam
    ... Many a Slovak tear is probably shed each Christmas Eve over breaded and fried Jimmys. Martin
    Message 1 of 13 , Sep 25, 2010
      > perfectly happy to make friends with my food before eating it!

      Many a Slovak tear is probably shed each Christmas Eve over breaded and fried "Jimmys."


      Martin
    • Julie Michutka
      Oy. A glass of water it is. *sigh* Julie
      Message 2 of 13 , Sep 30, 2010
        Oy. A glass of water it is. *sigh*

        Julie


        On Sep 30, 2010, at 2:11 PM, votrubam wrote:

        >> Everything I've read says that animals raised on family farms
        >> -- cows, chickens, pigs, everything -- really do taste better
        >> because they are raised in a fairly stress free environment.
        >> We should all look for our food raised with love and affection
        >
        > Crossbreeding them to want to be made a meal of could improve things
        > even more, it's been suggested (details below).
        >
        >
        >
        > Martin
        >
        > x x x
        >
        > From Douglas Adams, "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe."
        >
        > |
        > The waiter approached. "Would you like to see the menu?" he said,
        > "or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?"
        >
        > "Huh?" said Ford.
        > "Huh?" said Arthur.
        > "Huh?" said Trillian.
        > "That's cool," said Zaphod, "we'll meet the meat."
        >
        > A large dairy animal approached Zaphod's table, a large fat meaty
        > quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and
        > what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
        >
        > "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am
        > the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my
        > body?"
        >
        > It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a
        > more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.
        >
        > Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and
        > Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford and naked hunger from Zaphod.
        >
        > "Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "Braised
        > in a white wine sauce?"
        >
        > "Er, _your_ shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.
        >
        > "But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly,
        > "nobody else's is mine to offer."
        >
        > Zaphod leaped to his feet and started prodding and feeling the
        > animal's shoulder appreciatively.
        >
        > "Or the rump is very good," murmured the animal. "I've been
        > exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good
        > meat there."
        >
        > It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud.
        > It swallowed the cud again.
        >
        > "Or a casselore of me perhaps?" it added.
        >
        > "That's absolutely horrible," exclaimed Arthur, "the most revolting
        > thing I've ever heard.'
        >
        > "What's the problem?" said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to
        > the animal's enormous rump.
        >
        > "I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting
        > me to," said Arthur, "It's heartless."
        >
        > "Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten," said
        > Zaphod.
        >
        > "That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about it
        > for a moment. "Alright," he said, "maybe it is the point. I don't
        > care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just... er... I
        > think I'll just have a green salad," he muttered.
        >
        > "May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "it must be
        > very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for
        > months."
        >
        > "A green salad," said Arthur emphatically.
        >
        > "A green salad?" said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at
        > Arthur.
        >
        > "Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have
        > green salad?"
        >
        > "Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very clear
        > on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut
        > through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually
        > wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and
        > distinctly. And here I am." It managed a very slight bow.
        >
        > "Glass of water please," said Arthur.
        >
        > "Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal
        > of the issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry."
        >
        > The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. "A very
        > wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just
        > nip off and shoot myself."
        >
        > He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. "Don't worry, sir,"
        > he said, "I'll be very humane."
        >
        > It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.
        >
        >
        >
        > ------------------------------------
        >
        > Yahoo! Groups Links
        >
        >
        >
      • Ben Sorensen
        Gotta love Douglas Adams.... Ben ________________________________ From: Julie Michutka To: Slovak-World@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thu,
        Message 3 of 13 , Oct 1 4:31 AM
          Gotta love Douglas Adams....
          Ben




          ________________________________
          From: Julie Michutka <jmm@...>
          To: Slovak-World@yahoogroups.com
          Sent: Thu, September 30, 2010 11:39:59 PM
          Subject: Re: [Slovak-World] Re: rabbit

           
          Oy. A glass of water it is. *sigh*

          Julie

          On Sep 30, 2010, at 2:11 PM, votrubam wrote:

          >> Everything I've read says that animals raised on family farms
          >> -- cows, chickens, pigs, everything -- really do taste better
          >> because they are raised in a fairly stress free environment.
          >> We should all look for our food raised with love and affection
          >
          > Crossbreeding them to want to be made a meal of could improve things
          > even more, it's been suggested (details below).
          >
          >
          >
          > Martin
          >
          > x x x
          >
          > From Douglas Adams, "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe."
          >
          > |
          > The waiter approached. "Would you like to see the menu?" he said,
          > "or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day?"
          >
          > "Huh?" said Ford.
          > "Huh?" said Arthur.
          > "Huh?" said Trillian.
          > "That's cool," said Zaphod, "we'll meet the meat."
          >
          > A large dairy animal approached Zaphod's table, a large fat meaty
          > quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and
          > what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips.
          >
          > "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am
          > the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my
          > body?"
          >
          > It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a
          > more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.
          >
          > Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and
          > Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford and naked hunger from Zaphod.
          >
          > "Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "Braised
          > in a white wine sauce?"
          >
          > "Er, _your_ shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.
          >
          > "But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly,
          > "nobody else's is mine to offer."
          >
          > Zaphod leaped to his feet and started prodding and feeling the
          > animal's shoulder appreciatively.
          >
          > "Or the rump is very good," murmured the animal. "I've been
          > exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good
          > meat there."
          >
          > It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud.
          > It swallowed the cud again.
          >
          > "Or a casselore of me perhaps?" it added.
          >
          > "That's absolutely horrible," exclaimed Arthur, "the most revolting
          > thing I've ever heard.'
          >
          > "What's the problem?" said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to
          > the animal's enormous rump.
          >
          > "I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting
          > me to," said Arthur, "It's heartless."
          >
          > "Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten," said
          > Zaphod.
          >
          > "That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about it
          > for a moment. "Alright," he said, "maybe it is the point. I don't
          > care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just... er... I
          > think I'll just have a green salad," he muttered.
          >
          > "May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "it must be
          > very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for
          > months."
          >
          > "A green salad," said Arthur emphatically.
          >
          > "A green salad?" said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at
          > Arthur.
          >
          > "Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have
          > green salad?"
          >
          > "Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very clear
          > on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut
          > through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually
          > wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and
          > distinctly. And here I am." It managed a very slight bow.
          >
          > "Glass of water please," said Arthur.
          >
          > "Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal
          > of the issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry."
          >
          > The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. "A very
          > wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just
          > nip off and shoot myself."
          >
          > He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. "Don't worry, sir,"
          > he said, "I'll be very humane."
          >
          > It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.
          >
          >
          >
          > ------------------------------------
          >
          > Yahoo! Groups Links
          >
          >
          >







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        • Michelle Burke
          LOL!  (forgot this scene) ________________________________ From: votrubam To: Slovak-World@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thu, September 30, 2010
          Message 4 of 13 , Oct 1 8:59 AM
            LOL!  (forgot this scene)




            ________________________________
            From: votrubam <votrubam@...>
            To: Slovak-World@yahoogroups.com
            Sent: Thu, September 30, 2010 1:11:07 PM
            Subject: [Slovak-World] Re: rabbit

             
            > Everything I've read says that animals raised on family farms
            > -- cows, chickens, pigs, everything -- really do taste better
            > because they are raised in a fairly stress free environment.
            > We should all look for our food raised with love and affection

            Crossbreeding them to want to be made a meal of could improve things even more,
            it's been suggested (details below).

            Martin

            x x x

            From Douglas Adams, "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe."

            |
            The waiter approached. "Would you like to see the menu?" he said, "or would you
            like to meet the Dish of the Day?"

            "Huh?" said Ford.
            "Huh?" said Arthur.
            "Huh?" said Trillian.
            "That's cool," said Zaphod, "we'll meet the meat."

            A large dairy animal approached Zaphod's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of
            the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have
            been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

            "Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I am the main
            Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?"

            It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more
            comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

            Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a
            resigned shrug from Ford and naked hunger from Zaphod.

            "Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal, "Braised in a white
            wine sauce?"

            "Er, _your_ shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

            "But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly, "nobody else's
            is mine to offer."

            Zaphod leaped to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal's shoulder
            appreciatively.

            "Or the rump is very good," murmured the animal. "I've been exercising it and
            eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good meat there."

            It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed
            the cud again.

            "Or a casselore of me perhaps?" it added.

            "That's absolutely horrible," exclaimed Arthur, "the most revolting thing I've
            ever heard.'

            "What's the problem?" said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the
            animal's enormous rump.

            "I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting me to," said
            Arthur, "It's heartless."

            "Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten," said Zaphod.

            "That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment.
            "Alright," he said, "maybe it is the point. I don't care, I'm not going to think
            about it now. I'll just... er... I think I'll just have a green salad," he
            muttered.

            "May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "it must be very rich
            and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for months."

            "A green salad," said Arthur emphatically.

            "A green salad?" said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur.

            "Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have green salad?"

            "Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very clear on that
            point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled
            problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of
            saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am." It managed a very slight bow.

            "Glass of water please," said Arthur.

            "Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal of the
            issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry."

            The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. "A very wise choice,
            sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just nip off and shoot myself."

            He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. "Don't worry, sir," he said, "I'll
            be very humane."

            It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen.




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