Speaking as someone who does in fact feed prey animals to a pet (mice to a snake), I will say that you actually need to have tight controls over the provenance of your prey animals, so that what the predator animal eats is safe for them.
So no, it doesn’t make sense at all, ESPECIALLY from a professional point of view.
i don’t think they meant to use it that way!
I have the other form of IBD from @kxkvi (if I’m remembering correctly). Every time you write about all your great chilies and the recipes you make with them, I cry a little inside because I can’t eat hot-spicy food anymore. It’s a major regret, but there’s no way I would put myself through the situation, despite how much my taste buds like spicy food. We’re talking extreme pain and a lot of other TMI issues. So yeah, in-laws wanting someone with Crohn’s to eat chili powder suggests either ignorance (which seems unlikely) or cruelty.
Apologies. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.
That’s the difference: you didn’t know. Presumably the in-laws do.
Thanks for the added info. I am definitely not educated on this particular issue. So yeah, maybe this belonged in the asshole thread after all.
Speaking of bunnies, my dog flushed one out of the bushes yesterday . . . and then had absolutely no idea what to do so he just watched it bound across the patio, right in front of me, and then across the yard to some other hiding spot. Both dogs, actually, just watched it. I’m glad the bunny was safe, but also . . . apparently my dogs don’t know how to dog.
This is very real. In fact, at county and state fairs they will often put the pet rabbits on one set of tables and meat rabbits next to them on another set of tables in the same section of the same show barn. It’s a common 4-H project for kids, and they’ll raise both kinds while understanding that the two types will have very different endings after the judging is done.
I know.
When I was a kid the loval market always had a rabbit stall and a chicken stall. You don’t see that much these days.
There are a few places around me i the country that sell game, but I haven’t seen rabbit at a butcher in a while.
This jogged a memory for me. One of the best BBQ i’ve had was in Venezuela. There was a well known restaurant called La Conejera (The Rabbit Farm), they raised their own rabbits and they specialized in rabbit dishes.
One of my uncle-in-laws really liked the place, i mentioned i’d like to try it so he took us to it. We all had some really nicely roasted rabbits, man i still think about how good it was. However at the end of the meal he asks his young son if he liked it and if he knew what he just had. He joyfully said yes and that it was chicken… right? My uncle looks straight at him and tells him he just ate rabbit, my cousin started crying. It was funny at the moment, but really it was quite mean spirited to do.
Rabbit is not hugely common these days. I would expect that you would have to order those from a proper butcher. The ones on the market were sold live.
He definitely wasn’t cruel. But he was a bit weird–some of us said he learned everything as a young man and never had to change his mind thereafter. And trying to get him to change his mind about something was a real trial. Perhaps he was ND to an extent. He was really into “natural” remedies, though, and didn’t trust doctors – till he got diabetes, which his father had so it was something familiar and real.
My wife talks about some of her family living out in the countryside who knew how to kill and dress animals, but I think we’ll leave that experience until it’s unavoidable.
I know two young women who still think they’re eating chicken (“Spreewaldhuhn”) when they’re visiting grandma for Christmas.
Oh what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive.
Making me sad about the buns edition 
I worked with a guy who always avoided rabbit meat. I asked about it: “Not fond of the taste?” He paused and replied “Not sure. I hate it because of the feelings it brings. I grew up in small-town Western Australia, and my dad had a gambling problem. Rabbit for dinner meant that dad blew all our money and had to hunt for dinner again. It meant hard times for the next few weeks.”
