Buffalo byproducts

I don't usually watch a lot of local TV but happened to catch a programme last night about a farm with herd of buffaloes. I've known about this very fine business for a while after spotting their stalls at various famers' markets, selling buffalo meat and milk. The latter is reputed to be good for people with lactose intolerance and eczema, but I am more interested in the buffalos' byproducts: yes, that's bullshit, folks. A sack or two of  Buffalo Gold could be exactly what I need to get my compost heap - sans hair due to my cowardice at the weekend - steaming.

I might have to slip in an order for some  buff fillet steak too. For me, not the heap, you understand.

I've developed a bit of a taste for a nice bit of steak after eschewing my usual turkey this Christmas (it's hard to find a bird small enough for one): instead I bought a fillet steak (beef, not buff)  from Button Meats, a local farm-based butcher close to where I was staying in Cornwall, for Christmas dinner.  In case you're wondering, I count myself as a pragmatic meat reducer,  only buying  flesh when I can be reasonably sure of its provenance (definitely UK and preferably local) and that it has come from animals treated in accordance with basic standards of farm animal welfare - which often coincides with an organic certification. Pragmatic because one has to avoid becoming a patronising arse about such things.

Comments

[james h]

You were in Cornwall! Next time, we should like, totally meet up and talk about compost. Or something.

[Gabrielle Adams]

Is there a zoo, stable or animal park anywhere in the vicinity? I know that over here they actually advertise for people to come and pick up animal poop for composting, free! Might be worth a phone call or two.

[cancergiggles]

But the real beauty of being a patroniser, is that you get to eat food which tastes so much better than the rubbish eaten by the patronisees. I'm with you all the way.