I have learned to accept the fact that I live in an area of the world that some might call “red neck”. When P and I first got together, one of our first dates was to go out shooting (with a BB gun). It was a big deal, since I had never held any sort of gun before. I’m sure he thought about running from me as soon as he heard I hadn’t grown up in a hunting family. . . “What did you DO when you were growing up?”
Now, I understand that the meat I buy in the grocery store comes from an animal that probably doesn’t have a life as good as one that is free to roam in the forest. I also understand that it is important to teach about where the food on the table comes from. But truth be told, I like the separation of truth and fact that buying meat from the store allows. I don’t want to see my dinner running through the trees, only to see it in the back of the truck . . . which is something that one sees on a regular basis when driving through town here during hunting season . . . before having it served on my plate for dinner.
With that being said, I have liked the wild game meat that I have tried . . . my friend Janine’s husband makes an awesome Elk burger! But when eating this burger, I simply showed up, saw it on the barbecue, and ate it for dinner. I didn’t have to traipse through the woods in boots and camouflage, or drag it home through the bush.
Spending time around “hunting talk” has opened my eyes to the importance of it, and the value in teaching about it. But, when P suggested I make Camouflage Cupcakes for the start of hunting season in September, I STILL didn’t want to do it.
And when I did . . . they sold like hot cakes. Unfortunately for me.