Dilemma: Not too keen on vegetables!
It all started back in my childhood. Doesn’t everything? Mum would eat beef, lamb and fish. Wouldn’t go near fowl due to granddad performing an unforgivable misdeed with her pet chicken. Nan, whom we shared lodgings with, would eat any part of anything that had a heartbeat. She also added two teaspoons of salt to any boiled veggie, always for twenty minutes. And she smoked (cigarettes) most of her life-giving up in her mid-70s. She passed in her sleep in her mid-90s. Bless her cotton socks.
My catalyst? The way “they farm” chickens. It’s a conveyor belt where “healthy” hens are loaded, and then removed as pieces of meat. Just can’t do it. Saw it on a the news last week; it is not okay to see animals “farmed” in this way. I don’t really like the taste of chicken. But. I love chicken saté, grilled sandwiches, and more.
I guess the mushroom police will convince me that I am not a fungi?! (I’m a girl).
My step-daughter works for the 4-H program in Sonoma County where kids raise animals for meat. One of Sam’s best friends has just slaughtered a cow, that they cooked part of at a recent dinner during a sleep-over.
I live in a farming environment. However, most things that I stick on the grill are vacuum packed and have a sell-by date. Am I hypocritical or …?