Soapweed
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This doesn't have anything to do with anything, other than going along with the topic of "random musings from a random mind".
Consumers can be pretty fussy, or not, depending on demand or desire. A kid at the dinner table can be quite finicky until hunger sets in, then the origin of the food doesn't matter quite so much. A bucket calf misses his own momma's milk for awhile, but eventually that old powdered stuff out of a sack looks pretty good to them (after hunger drives them to it). My own experience of hating creamed peas comes to mind. I detested that particular vegetable until one time at the age of ten, a long day in the saddle made me hungry enough to try it. It has since become one of my favorite side dishes.
The lah-dee-dahers in New York with their exquisite luxury homes have bedbugs like the common folk. A regular old unmade bed on a saggy mattress, without bedbugs, would look pretty good to some of them at the moment.
Grass is another consideration. I'll have to admit, I sure don't know the names of all of our Sandhills grasses. My cows don't know the names of the grasses either, but they know when a pasture has grass in it and when it doesn't. I have learned by watching the cows and the grass, when the proper time is to move them. Some of the scientific expert grass gurus haven't figured this out.
There is really no point to all of this rambling, except the fact that if a person or animal is hungry enough they will eat whatever is available. Country of Origin Labeling means very little when the gastic juices kick in.
Consumers can be pretty fussy, or not, depending on demand or desire. A kid at the dinner table can be quite finicky until hunger sets in, then the origin of the food doesn't matter quite so much. A bucket calf misses his own momma's milk for awhile, but eventually that old powdered stuff out of a sack looks pretty good to them (after hunger drives them to it). My own experience of hating creamed peas comes to mind. I detested that particular vegetable until one time at the age of ten, a long day in the saddle made me hungry enough to try it. It has since become one of my favorite side dishes.
The lah-dee-dahers in New York with their exquisite luxury homes have bedbugs like the common folk. A regular old unmade bed on a saggy mattress, without bedbugs, would look pretty good to some of them at the moment.
Grass is another consideration. I'll have to admit, I sure don't know the names of all of our Sandhills grasses. My cows don't know the names of the grasses either, but they know when a pasture has grass in it and when it doesn't. I have learned by watching the cows and the grass, when the proper time is to move them. Some of the scientific expert grass gurus haven't figured this out.
There is really no point to all of this rambling, except the fact that if a person or animal is hungry enough they will eat whatever is available. Country of Origin Labeling means very little when the gastic juices kick in.