Sidenote; I actually feel this is a great talent that Connor will really appreciate one day. I've spent my entire life, struggling to decipher the fat from the meat. It's really hard. There's really nothing worse then taking a big bite of chicken or pork to find out it's the fat you've bitten into.
Yes, I know it's disgusting that I let him eat it. But I figure some part of the pig is better then none, right? And I remember my Mom once saying something about the fat being the most flavourful part.
Whatever floats your boat, kid...
Sidenote 2; Now who do I feed the fatty pieces to at the end of meal? The dogs or my son? It's one thing for Buddy and Jessie to lose their mother to Connor, but now they have to lose their special fatty treats too? They're going to be pissed...
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My husband, a qualified chef turned academic, insists that at this age the kids need the fat as much as the meat. I tend to agree. Surely there's plenty of time to think about cholesterol and all that jazz later, so long as they don't eat fat to the exclusion of all else, every single day. Besides, I think your Mum is right - the fatty bits are the tastiest bits! Poor dogs.
Well that's good to know, Louise. Thanks for the information. He's eaten lots of meat since then so I figure he will have a good balance of meat ad fat;) I think he should ejoy eating that stuff while it doesn't go straight to his hips and bum!
P.S. Good on you to marry a chef! You weren't folling aroud!
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