Is anyone interested in looking after a small, 500 acre, farm in vic for the first 6 months of next year. Prime responsibility would be the well being of 150 cows some of which will be calving in that time. Very comfortable home near Hamilton, PM me if you are interested.
Tezza,are the cows dairy cows?If so is milking involved?Cheers.Ibbo.Ok Smarties in the wing don't say it,I know where cows milk comes from.Just that I am not into milking.
-- Edited by ibbo on Thursday 5th of November 2009 01:02:28 PM
Stop it.Tripe,liver,lambs fry,Black Pudding ,Brains,kidneys.Dead pigs,yes and those things from chooks bums.Hell we are a strange mob ain't we.Cabbages ,spuds, the list just goes on.Thank goodness we have Mc.Donalds.Oh well back to my fish and chups.....oh sorry I meant chips.Cheers.Ibbo.
Just can't waste anything. These days people are just too fussy and spoilt for choice. I'm not sure but I'm willing to bet there could be offal in Macca's 'coz they're bloody awful - boom! boom! I'm hanging out for good old SA "fritz" and Barossa Metwurst. They just don't understand outside SA, although WA comes close. I don't care if they call it devon, luncheon or anything else, I want fritz! I love lamb's fry or calf's liver, brains, sweet breads, not kidneys, and there's nothing wrong with bum nuts - they come in shells. Oops Ibbo - did you let that K1W1 slip? I'll let you off this time.
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When we were kids grandma and mum would often corn a bullock or goat's tongue from grandmas' property. It was the best cold meat you could get for sandwiches etc. I had such fond memories of it all that many years later when my kids were in their early teens I bought a bullock tongue from the butchers. Trouble is the thing didn't look anything like I remembered boiling away in the pot. It looked like something that might have come from the other end of the bull and smelled nasty.
The kids took one look at it and declared that they were heading up to the local bistro for tea.
The tongue ended up in the belly of the canine member of the family.