I am highly sensitive to any form of animal suffering. I can't watch Nature without being nearly brought to tears when a lion tackles a gazelle and eats it. I audibly make a "tsk" what-a-pity sound whenever I see roadkill. I can't bear it when Roo drops the cat from high places to see if she'll land on her feet.
By all accounts I should be a vegetarian.
Yet here it is--my favorite food:
I try not to think of the poor cow who was sacrificed for my filet; thankfully the succulent, tender flavor tends to drown out most of my guilt.
This is like Sam (the husband). He all but weeps at roadkill, calls me heartless if I ever refuse a kitty my diligent affection, but he loves steak. He was briefly vegetarian ... not any more.
ReplyDeleteI remeber when Granny once took us to Sizzler when we were probably 10 or 11 and you got a steak. I remember thinking what kind of kid gets a steak? Meat is for old people. I was busy eating only the french fries of my meal and crackers from the salad bar.
ReplyDeleteThis is funny, I'm totally oposite, I love watching animals get mahled, spoting road kill is the coolest(not that I'd ever touch it)and gore in movies is great......and I love meat, but I can't eat too much of it. And when I eat it, I can't think about what I'm eating. I just have to enjoy the flavor.... Something about it makes me really nauseous... maybe its the texture...ugh... I can't talk about it any more....
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