Results tagged “meat”

The Seattle Times' recent report on mobile slaughterhouses in Puget Sound promoted farmers and chefs in the region but made no mention of the butchers. The butchers have all the guts but none of the glory. Farmers are admired for the compassion and care they give to their animals, while chefs are celebrated for their ability to transform these animals into spectacular meals.

By now all Seattle Public Utilities customers (so, everyone) should have received a brochure outlining the new recycling and compost guidelines, which go into effect today. Meat scraps, fish, dairy, shells and bones are now allowed in your food and yard waste bin. Plastic lids and foil are finally recyclable, too. For a full list of changes, see the Seattle Public Utilities website. We're especially glad for the new composting guidelines, which have been too long coming.

• In the circle we run in, the word/topic/obsession du jour is bacon. It seems everywhere we turn, someone is lauding the delicious versatility of this once-breakfast-only meat. Proving that bacon is not just for breakfast anymore, the Food Network visited Archie McPhees last week to discuss this veritable (and in the case of some of their products, literal) meat candy.
• The Central District News is covering the bane of our existence: cable internet service in the Central District. We were shocked when moving in to the neighborhood three years ago that only one company offered cable set-up and service in the CD...the shady one. Three years later nothing has changed, Comcast still won't serve the CD, and our internet service and cable connection is as flickering and inconsistent as ever.
• Seattle is still the best place to have a heart attack, and as our first aid teacher often told us, the worst place to just faint. Ready for some unnecessary, rib-breaking CPR?

We sometimes go to the Farmers Market to buy and eat some animals. Yesterday, at the West Seattle Farmers Market, a bear escaped to the Junction at California and Alaska looking like it was wanting to eat some humans.

Seattlest has long been an on-again-off-again vegetarian. Our last fall from herbivorous grace came in our New York City-living days, when our girlfriend at the time's dad cooked us up a burger and some hotdogs. We didn't have the heart to say no, and they just smelled so good. Thank God, because we wound up moving to New Orleans, where life is meaningless without a good roast beef po-boy and all the juice it produces in a steady stream up (down?) your arm.