cow-pooling
n.— «If you prefer to keep the image of meat—say, a juicy hamburger—safely separated from the image of an actual animal—say, a 1,200-lb. castrated bull—then cow-pooling is not for you. Jean Edwards is clearly not squeamish about knowing precisely where her steaks come from. In 2007, she and her husband James, a corrections officer in Vermont, went in with another family to buy a side of grass-fed beef directly from a farmer.» —“Cow-Pooling: Buying Beef in Mega-Bulk” by Kate Pickert Time June 15, 2009. (source: Double-Tongued Dictionary)
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