#bill veal

[violaobanion]

JAMES FRECHEVILLE as BILL VEAL in MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024)

[hbowardaily]

[evita-shelby]

Oh look what i found on pinterest

[treason-and-plot]

Friday 5.33 pm

It’s been a good day for Roy. After two days of negotiations he finalised a six-figure endorsement deal with Herbalife Nutrition for one of his most promising athletes, eighteen year old soccer sensation Harrison Steiner, and he's looking forward to celebrating tonight with Anya. But first he needs to stop by the marital home for a few hours, to have dinner and spend some quality time with the kids. As he noses the car through the gates he sees Violet raking the driveway, and Joanna and Alexandra whooping and screeching with laughter as they play in a big pile of leaves. He toots the horn and the girls shriek and wave and continue to kick and throw the leaves around. Violet leans the rake up against the fence and walks over to him after he’s gotten out of the car. She’s bra-less, literally bouncing, her face lit by a huge smile, her skin glowing under its faint sheen of perspiration.

“Hey, did you hear the news?” she says.

Somehow Roy doesn’t think she’s talking about Harrison’s Herbalife deal.

“What news?” he says, making a superhuman effort to maintain eye contact.

"We can go and see Sonia tomorrow!" she says.

"What?" he says. "Seriously? How do you know?"

"Someone from The Oaks rang me," she says. "About an hour ago. They said we can go and visit her between 10 am and midday. All of us. She wants to see all of us. Isn't that fantastic? She must be getting better!"

"They didn't ring me," says Roy. "How come they rang you?"

"Probably because I'm her official partner, Roy," says Violet, enunciating each word with aggravating slowness, as if he's a halfwit.

"Yeah, but I'm her ex-husband and the father of her four kids, AND I'm footing the bill for her treatment," says Roy. "You would've thought that would entitle me to a phone call as well. Wouldn't you? Or am I being entirely unreasonable?"

"Why is it even important? Isn't the important thing the fact that Sonia's well enough to see us?" says Violet.

"Yeah, okay, fair enough," says Roy. "Yeah, that's great news. Sonia's getting better. Have you told the kids?"

"I thought we could tell them all together over dinner," says Violet. "Apollo's making veal scallopini. Henrietta's helping him. I'm not sure what Angus is doing. He's probably in his room."

"Okay," says Roy. "I'll go and see." He turns his back on her and treads heavily up the front steps. He fucking hates veal.

[clove-pinks]

Sorry I couldn't return your call; I am mentally, emotionally, and all levels besides physically present at the Siege of Fort Meigs in 1813.

I keep thinking about the inventory of the effects of Captain Asabel Nearing deceased, of the 19th Regiment United States Infantry, who died at Fort Meigs Sept. 10, 1813.

It's mostly clothing, as you would expect, with some shaving and writing supplies. There are also two food items: "1 small bag of black pepper" and "2 nutmegs." Not unlike my late grandmother, Captain Nearing apparently had his own personal food-seasoning kit.

The pepper is unremarkable, but the nutmegs are very interesting to me because he was almost certainly using them on savoury food! Look up 18th century and early 19th century cookbooks: there is nutmeg used on beef, veal, mutton, mushrooms, etc.

Thanks to my War of 1812-themed cookbooks like The Fort George Bill of Fare and Setting A Fine Table: Historical Desserts and Drinks from the Officers' Kitchens at Fort York, I have tried savoury nutmeg dishes—and they're really interesting and good! I don't know why (Western) cookery now treats nutmeg as a spice only for sweetened desserts. It's wild to think that Captain Nearing may have been grating fresh nutmug on his salt pork or wild game.

[e-dubbc11]

Metal Moment

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really, pure fun and fluff, couple of swear words.

Word Count: 1.6K-ish

Summary: You’re home alone, cooking, and waiting for Billy and the Castle’s to come over for dinner. You’re listening to some Metallica, and it’s so loud you don’t hear them come inside.

A/N: I had this idea last week while I was making dinner one night. My husband came home while I was rockin out and scared me. I used Metallica’s Enter Sandman for this.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

You nearly forgot about your plans tonight until you glanced at your work calendar. The date was circled and inside the square said “Cook. Castle’s. Dinner.”

It had been the last time you and Billy went out to dinner with Frank and Maria when you suggested plans for them to come over and you would cook for them.

“Well, as long as Bill isn’t the one cooking, I’m in.” Frank chuckled.

Billy narrowed his eyes, pointed at Frank and rebutted. “Hey, I can open an MRE just as good as the next man.”

You reached for Billy’s finger and pulled it down so he wasn’t pointing anymore. “Billy’s not a bad cook, Frank. I mean, he’s not a really GOOD one either but he does have his moments.”

Pretending you had hurt his feelings, Billy clutched his chest and leaned in to quickly kiss you on the forehead. “Thank you, my love.” He said sarcastically. “I haven’t poisoned her yet, Frankie.”

Everyone at the table erupted with laughter and the Castle’s agreed to come over for dinner. It took a while to finally nail down a specific date but it was coming up on Friday.

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t too busy after work. You were able to get everything you needed for your spaghetti and meatballs that Billy loved so much. “Baby, what are in these meatballs that make them taste like this? They’re amazing!” Billy Russo flattered you but he wasn’t a liar, he always meant everything he said.

You had told him once before but apparently he needed to be told again. “I use three kinds of meat, Billy. Remember? I use beef, pork, and veal.” You reminded him with a slight smile.

In addition to the spaghetti and meatballs, you had also bought everything to make a salad and strawberry shortcake for dessert.

A text came from Billy around 4:30 saying he and Frank would be done around 6, so Maria would meet them at Anvil around that time and come home from there. That was plenty of time to get everything done so out came the Bluetooth speaker because cooking with music on was so much better than NOT cooking with music on.

While stirring the sauce, Enter Sandman started playing. It had been awhile since you had heard it and it had brought back a memory of one of your first dates with Billy while riding in his car.

The beginning of the song started to play and Billy extended his long arm and was about to change the song when you stopped him. He just assumed you didn’t like metal.

“Wait, Billy. What are you doing?” You remember touching his hand so he would take it away from the button. “I like this song.” You said.

Say your prayers, little one, don't forget, my son. To include everyone. I tuck you in, warm within, keep you free from sin. ‘Til the Sandman, he comes

Billy couldn’t believe what you just told him. “Whoa, wait—YOU like Metallica?!”

You crossed your arms across your chest. “Billy Russo, just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean that I can’t like Metallica and metal in general.”

Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light. Enter night. Take my hand. We're off to never-never land

He looked at you as if you possessed the key that unlocked his heart. “Well I didn’t say that, y/n and I’m sorry for insinuating but I’m just going to tell you that—that very few people surprise me.”

Billy smiled, gave you a wink, and by the end of the song the two of you were singing it at the top of your lungs. It was just fun, one of the best dates you had ever been on, and solidified the fact that you were in love with him.

That little moment in the car gave you a glimpse of who Billy Russo really was, he loved to smile and have fun. He didn’t show that to many people, to anyone really. Any time Billy could just relax and be himself was when he was most happy.

He didn’t have to be a CEO or a marine, he could just be…Billy. He loved you for allowing him to be himself, for not running away when he shut himself off from you. He just needed a little coaxing out of his shell and letting him know that he could trust you.

Trust. The concept was lost on someone like Billy who had built a wall around his heart, not allowing anyone over that wall or anywhere near it, for that matter. But that wall slowly started to come down the first time you made him smile, the first time you made him laugh, and the first time you listened without judgement.

The hole you had started to put in that wall during that car ride was the start to that wall coming down, brick by brick. You just needed to be patient and let it come down at a pace Billy was comfortable with. It didn’t matter to you how long it took but you would be there when it finally did.

With the memory fresh in your mind, you continued to stir the sauce and sing along with the music.

Something's wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight. And they aren't of Snow White. Dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragons' fire. And of things that will bite, yeah

What you didn’t know was that Billy, Frank and Maria were going to be a little earlier than you expected. Getting off of the elevator, the three of them heard the music coming from your apartment, a look of confusion on all of their faces.

“Is that comin’ from your place, Bill?” Asked Frank. “Sounds like Metallica.”

“Enter Sandman…” said Billy. “Remember that story I told you Frankie, where y/n was in the car with me and that song came on, we hadn’t been dating that long…”

Billy’s words jogged Frank’s memory. “Oh yeah! You went to change the song and she told you not to and that’s how you found out she loves metal.” Frank said. “And what did I tell you to do after you told me that story?”

Sleep with one eye open. Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light. Enter night. Take my hand. We're off to never-never land. Yeah-yeah

“What did he tell you to do, Billy? I can only imagine what Frank said.” Maria asked.

Billy quickly looked at his longtime friend, a slight smile tugged at his lips and looked back at Maria and said “Frankie told me to marry her.”

“Awwww, and you DID marry her!!” Maria said excitedly.

Billy blushed slightly. “I did marry her.” He said.

A wicked smile spread across Billy’s face. “Hey, you guys wanna sneak up on her? She’s singin’ and rockin’ out, she’s not gonna hear us.”

“Bill, just make sure she’s not holding any knives.” Frank joked and they pointed at each other as if to say “good call.”

Hush, little baby, don't say a word. And never mind that noise you heard. It's just the beast under your bed. In your closet, in your head

Billy carefully unlocked the door, he knew your back would be turned if you were cooking at the stove. The three of them made sure to not make any extra noise walking into the apartment. Just like he knew you would be, you had your back turned towards their direction and you were still singing.

Exit light. Enter night. Grain of sand

The lights were dimmed so there was no chance of any shadows being cast that would cause you to turn around or give you any indication there were other people in the apartment. Always light on his feet, Billy hugged the wall, followed by Frank, then Maria. She had a look on her face that said “I feel bad for doing this but it’s gonna be fun.”

Exit light. Enter night. Take my hand

Billy held up three fingers and counted down “3…2…1”

On one, they jumped out from behind the wall singing the last line of the song.

“WE’RE OFF TO NEVER-NEVER LAND!!!” The three of them yelled out.

You screamed, quickly turned around and your fist met Billy’s nose. Blood gushed from his face and he pinched his nose with his fingers.

“Shit!! Damn, I forgot how quick your reflexes were baby! Fuck!” He cried out in pain.

Even though you felt terrible, a slight smile spread across your face. “Oh my god, I am SO sorry, Billy! Are you ok?!” You asked while giggling a little.

Frank wasn’t giggling, he was doing a full belly laugh, and almost falling over onto the floor. “I told you we shouldn’t scare her like that.”

“You did no such thing, Frank!” Maria said through her laughter.

Quickly, you placed some ice in a plastic bag and wrapped the bag in a dish towel. “Hold this against your nose, baby. It will keep the swelling down.”

Billy was silent, his eyes were closed as he tried to get the bleeding to stop.

“Say something, Billy. Please? I said I was sorry.”

Billy pulled the ice bag away from his nose and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He had a warm smile on his face but winced a little in pain as he said “It’s alright, my love. Although, if I had known that one of these days you were gonna clock me, I wouldn’t have bought you such a big diamond.” He joked.

Frank had finally composed himself long enough to get out “Well, look on the bright side, Bill. At least she wasn’t holding a knife.”

It caused him pain, but Billy had started to laugh. Then everyone else began to laugh as you pushed yourself up onto your toes and planted a soft kiss on Billy’s cheek, his beard tickling your lips as you tried to settle your laughter. You couldn’t help yourself.

Enter Sandman had another memory attached to it now, whether Billy wanted to remember it or not.

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[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

Inspired by the other poll going around.

[caffeinatedwoman]

We're more than halfway through Masters of the Air and since 1st one, John Brady, Everett Blakely and James Douglass have become some of my favourite characters in the show, Its hard not to like Bucky Egan, his persona is large than life and I'm enjoying Gale Cleven a lot (I'm not a big fan of Austin Butler and was sure I wouldn't like him lol). Rosie Rosenthal, Jack Kidd, Benny Demarco, Ken Lemmons, Hambone Hamilton, Frank Murphy, Charles Cruikshank, Pappy Lewis, Neil Harding, Bill Veal, Winks Hermann, Glenn Graham, Glenn Dye, Albert Clark, the list of is just getting big with every new episode. Funny enough Harry Crosby is the one that didn't click, his actor is doing an very good job but I'm not getting into him.

[camillasgirl]

‘I could fill a book with my cooking disasters’ - My life in food by HRH The Duchess of Cornwall

I grew up in a very happy home, with good food at its heart. I still just about remember rationing, but we grew everything from tomatoes and melons to peas, beans, carrots and new potatoes. One of my earliest memories is podding those peas and beans with my mother, an accomplished cook.

We always had to finish what was on our plate before we ate pudding. That wasn’t such a problem when it was rice pudding as I hated the stuff.

At my first school, Dumbrells in Ditchling, East Sussex, the food was, surprisingly, excellent. Lots of steamed puddings and we were allowed to help the cook once a week in getting lunch ready. I still dream of their potato and cheese cake.

Every year, we went on holiday to the island of Ischia, just off Naples. There were endless lunches of vitello al limone [veal escalope with lemon], fried zucchini, lots of fresh fish and pasta. It instilled a lifelong passion for Italian food.

On Friday nights, at home, we were allowed to choose our dinner. I always went for Findus frozen chicken pie, much to my mother’s despair. Food at my grandmother’s house was more formal French, which was very much the smart thing in those days. What I remembered most there, though, was the brown bread ice cream.

When it came to restaurants, there wasn’t as much choice in 60s London as there is now. But at the time, we didn’t know any better. I always preferred the food at home anyway. But I remember how excited I was when I first ate prawn and avocado, at Alexander’s in Chelsea. The combination seemed impossibly exotic. I’d eaten avocados at home and hated them at first. But I now eat them most days. Daphne’s was another favourite, along with La Poule au Pot in Pimlico, which is still about. Best of all was The Causerie at Claridge’s, where there was a great round table with the most incredible buffet. Everyone dressed up and it seemed very glamorous.

I always cooked for the children growing up, and they were good eaters, but I was never the most adventurous of cooks. I was sent on a cooking course in Sussex when I was young but, really, I learnt from my mother. I’ve never followed a recipe in my life.

My cooking is about good ingredients. Nothing too mucked about, or fussy or fiddly. Lots of tarragon chicken, scrambled eggs and bacon, and chicken casserole. There were always roasts on Sunday – pork and lamb chops, roast chicken. The children ate a lot of cheese on toast. We had a kitchen garden and lots of chickens, for the eggs, so we ate seasonally before it became en vogue. Because that’s just what you did in the country back then. We used Love & Sons, the butchers, in Chippenham, Wiltshire. There was also a very good fishmonger but that’s long gone, which is sad. Britain has so much incredible produce, and our farmers do a magnificent job. We should always support them.

When Sainsbury’s opened in Chippenham at the start of the 80s, it was rather exciting. So much choice. We ate a lot of chicken kievs.

I could fill a book with all my cooking disasters. I’m not a natural baker, to say the least. As for baked potatoes… many a poor, incinerated specimen has been found in the bottom of the Aga, put in, then forgotten about.

I do still cook for myself when at home. Simple things like fish en papillote with butter and herbs. And vegetables from the garden: kale, purple sprouting broccoli, carrots, courgettes, and lots of peas and beans because they freeze so well. I love the vegetable garden, and summer in particular. I’m very proud of my white peaches. My husband is an excellent gardener, and we’re quite competitive about our fruit and vegetables.

These days, restaurants are a way to see my children. They pick the restaurants, I pay the bill. I don’t like too much noise but we tend to go to the same places.

One of my favourite foods is baked beans on toast. Always Heinz. And freshly cooked fish and chips, wrapped in paper. That smell. You cannot beat proper fish and chips.I can’t bear peppers, raw or cooked. I’m not a fan of offal either, aside from very good liver. And I avoid chilli and garlic too, unlike my son.My last supper would probably involve my own asparagus, with lots of butter. Angela Hartnett’s risotto. I love her cooking. Dover sole meunière, with ratte potatoes and fresh broad beans and peas from the garden. Some bitter chocolate ice cream. Plus strawberries and raspberries and lots of clotted cream. Along with a really good glass of red claret. And, seeing it’s my last supper, probably two.

[violaobanion]

JAMES FRECHEVILLE as BILL VEAL in MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) part four

[dateddisneydishes]

Jimmy Jones' Manly Meatloaf

From Tommy Tucker's Tooth

The History

While Walt Disney was able to sell off a series of his Laugh-O-Grams shorts, money was still tight at the floundering studio. In order to stay afloat Disney took on some adverstising commissions. A local dentistry requested an educational short on the importance of brushing one's teeth, that was shown to schools within the Kansas City area.

The short was mostly live action, with a few animated effects, and even some puppetry. The documentary was a success and not only paid that month's bills for the company, but the dentist even financed a squeal short, Clara Cleans Her Teeth.

The Food

Now, you would think that a film about cavities would feature the danger of eating too many sweets or some such, but no. The only food in the short is leftover meatloaf and potatoes.

Well there's as many meatloaf recipes as there are rocks in a quarry, so the question was which recipe to go with?

I decided on one published in 1922, the same year that the short was made. This comes from The Stag Cookbook: A Man's Cookbook For Men. It's a curious historical oddity that can be found on the Gutenberg Project.

The book features recipes from famous men of the time such as Houdini, Charlie Chaplin, and Harold Lloyd. This particular recipe is by Charles P. Steinmetz, (one of the fathers of electrical engineering) and is clearly intended to be cooked over a campfire, but it can easily be modified for an oven.

Ingredients

1/2 pound ground or finely minced beef

1/2 pound ground or finely minced pork

1/2 pound ground or finely minced veal (optional)

Some chopped bacon, cut into about 1 inch square pieces

2 eggs

1 1/2 teaspoon pepper

1 1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon celery salt

Butter (enough to cover the pan)

1 cup cream or whole milk

Cookware

Cast Iron Frying Pan

Lid to frying pan or aluminium foil

Tongs

Mixing bowl

Knife

Directions

Now Steinmetz would have you mince the cuts of meat yourself. Which can do using a food processor. However, if you want to skip this step and used pre-ground meat, no one will judge you.

Also, if you can't find veal or it's too expensive, feel free to replace it with more ground beef, or another ground meat of your choosing. You can even omitted it entirely and just make a smaller loaf of need be.

For the meatloaf, combine meat, eggs, and spices into mixing bowl. Form a round loaf.

Then in a cast iron frying pan melt the butter, and add the loaf.

Cover the pan and cook in an oven on low heat (around 350 degrees) for roughly 30 mins.

Turn the loaf over, add more butter, and cook for an additional 15 mins. Checked to make sure it's fully cooked in the center. If not, cook for another 15 mins.

Once fully cooked on the inside, remove the skillet from the oven and place on the cooktop.

Sear each side of the loaf, on high heat, until l each side is brown. Add butter as needed, so as not to stick.

Then remove the loaf from the pan and let it rest.

Pour a cup of cream or rich milk into the now empty pan, and keep on medium heat.

Stir untill brown gravy is formed and pour that over the loaf.

Serve with a side of boiled mealy potatoes.

Now that's what the main characters had for dinner, but what of the leftovers?

Next time will be discussing potato salads and iceboxes, as we continue on with Tommy Tucker's Tooth.

[evita-shelby]

Doppelganger

Or Tommy Shelby’s daughter, Diane, brings home her new American boyfriend who has an uncanny resemblance to his former enemy turned ally, Jack Nelson

Gif by @violaobanion

He knew he’d hate every man his daughters bring home, but this young man with perfect manners and not a single blemish on his record is perhaps the worst.

There was nothing wrong with Major William Watterson Veal except his appearance.

“You see it too?” His wife asks quietly as Diane gives her boyfriend a tour of the house.

He wasn’t a slob or bad looking or anything. He just looked far too similar to Jack Nelson. They were not kin and yet this man might as well pass for his identical son.

“Of all the American Pilots at Thorpe Abbotts, she had to choose that one.” He gave himself into the urge of smoking the unpleasantness away.

“She did always have a bit of a crush on Jack.” His wife reminds him. “At least Bill Veal is the furthest thing from our dear American friend. Besides, Diane is very fickle and these pilots die faster than flies, I seriously do not see a future for them.”

1945 comes and Tommy Shelby finds himself introducing Jack Nelson to his doppelganger, Diane’s soon-to-be husband, William Veal.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Thursday 14 November 1833

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fine morning F49° at 9am   wrote and sent at 10 ½ the following to ‘the Lady Harriet de Hagemann’ Dear Lady Harriet - If you will walk this morning tell me when to call for you - I don’t think you will find it very cold at 2 - I was disappointed not to find you on Tuesday - you would hear I was at your door on Monday - I hope you will be at home this evening - Ever yours AL.  Thursday morning 13 November 1833’ - breakfast at 10 - M. Christian lesson 20 from 10 ½ to 11 40 - lady Harriet’s servant came with message to ask me for 9 this evening - said I had just sent not to Lady Harriet - very kind answer to my note - sorry she could not receive me Monday or Tuesday and dying of a head-ache yesterday - will walk but cannot be out later than 3 - to call for her when I like - coming to have a few ‘intimes’ this evening and hopes to see me - so it will all pass I daresay she glad enough to find from my note I thought and knew nothing about anything amiss   well it is all best to pass off so I shall be as usual had a little nap - wrote out a little German translation till 2 55 - out at 1 5 to Lady Harriet - got out at the end of the Long line and walked to the farthest Line kiln and back about ½ hour - then drove to Herforts’ and paid his bill for my white satin dress and blonde - then to the post office to order the Hamburg Reporter - office shut - set Lady Harriet down at her own door at 2 50 returned home and changed hat and cloak - drove along the Amager road - got out at the turnpike walked ½ hour to the end of the Trotton and ½ hour back and home at 4 ¾ - Lady H- and I very good friends   had she known who it was would have admitted me on Monday I made it seem I felt sure she knew nothing about it true or not   we are all right and I shall take care for the future - Sir Edward Disbrow is to succeed Lord Howard de Walden at Stockholm - how it seems that I am to have very advantage for society! - dinner at 5 at and after till reading German – going forwards to p.86 never looking at the dictionary being contented with an idea of the sense – at 8 dressed – off at 8 50 to the de Hagemanns’ – tea immediately– supper at near 11 – Madame de Billé and her granddaughter affiance to the youngest comte Danjskiold Mrs. Steen de Billé Miss d’Oxholm and myself – Messrs. the Austrian and Spanish ministers – youngest comte Danjskiold Messrs. Steen de Billé and d’Oxholm – me judice the party too small for the rooms – the ladies sitting round the table at their work, and gentlemen talking – more people and more amusement for me – 4 dishes of opened oysters – a large veal? or what? paté – a Mrs. Wheaton left her card –

pudding-like apple gateau and apples and pears – claret and Madeira – M. de H- as before walking round the table to see that nobody wanted anything – the custom seems to me odd – Lady Harriet and Madame de B- made all the play – home (staid a few minutes after all the rest) at 11 55 – fine day F53° now at 12 40 tonight Madame de B- asked again if I should give soirees – I think I must give something – let it be a dance

[the-quotable-alberta-hansard]

May 12, 2022

Mr. Shepherd: I appreciate the opportunity to rise and speak to Bill 22, Electricity Statutes (Modernizing Alberta’s Electricity Grid) Amendment Act, 2022, at third reading. I can see that, you know, for all members in the House this is a very riveting and scintillating debate. One might say that the atmosphere is electric in the House as we continue this debate. [interjection] Thank you. Thank you. I will not be here all week, but please try the veal.

[swineweb]

California’s Proposition 12 Takes Full Effect

California’s Proposition 12 Takes Full Effect

By

 Jim Eadie

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January 4, 2024

California’s Proposition 12 farm animal confinement law took full effect at the beginning of the year, a little more than 5 years after voters approved it as a ballot measure in the state.

The law “bars sales in California of pork, veal and eggs from animals whose confinement failed to meet certain minimum space requirements,” according to reporting from Nate Raymond and Andrew Chung of Reuters. “The law mandates pig confinement spaces large enough to enable the animals to turn around, lie down, stand up and extend their limbs.”

While there has been significant pushback between when the law was approved and its full implementation this year (including a Supreme Court case in 2023 in which the court upheld Proposition 12), “major pork producers, restaurants and grocery stores, including Albertsons, Chipotle and Niman Ranch have already made the transition to be compliant with Prop 12,” according to the Humane Society of the United States.

“Companies like Hormel Foods, Clemens Food Group, Perdue, DuBreton farms and Tyson Foods have all publicly stated they can meet the demand for crate-free pork produced in accordance with Prop 12 standards,” the Humane Society said in a press release.

While many major pork producers have already complied with or plan to comply with Proposition 12, the National Pork Producers Council has said repeatedly it is concerned about the impact the law will have on hog farmers and how it will “create significant challenges for how producers operate and increasingly allows others to dictate how to raise pigs without any voice in the standards being imposed upon them.”

The NPPC says that 15% of domestic pork sales are to California and estimates that “the cost that farmers will need invest and pass onto consumers” is $3,500 per sow. “That means a producer owner operating a 4,000 sow farm will need to invest approximately $14 million to be compliant.”

Because of these concerns, and other concerns regarding interstate commerce, U.S. lawmakers continue to criticize and look to pass laws to address their concerns around Proposition 12.

KTVO’s Maddie Lee reports that “U.S. Senator Chuck Grassley (R-Iowa) is renewing a push for federal legislation that would reverse California’s Proposition 12 when Congress reconvenes on January 8.”

Grassley, U.S. Senator Joni Ernst (R-Iowa) and others plan to reintroduce the Ending Agriculture Suppression Act (EATS Act), Lee wrote. The EATS Acts “would curb states’ ability to regulate agricultural products sold within their borders and is in part aimed at California’s Proposition 12, which sets housing standards for animals used for pork, veal, and eggs sold in the state,” according to Reuters reporting from Leah Douglas.

The passage of the EATS Act could face its own resistance, however, as more than 200 Congressional lawmakers opposed the Act last year, saying “the bill could ‘harm America’s small farmers, threaten numerous state laws, and infringe on the fundamental rights of states to establish laws and regulations within their own borders,’” according to Politico’s Garrett Downs.

[rjhamster]

Stop a Dangerous Bill That Could Wipe Out Hundreds of Animal Cruelty Laws

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