Individual Entry

People Who Still Have Blogs:

  • Me


August, 2018
July, 2018
December, 2017
September, 2017
August, 2017
May, 2017
March, 2017
December, 2016
November, 2016
August, 2016
July, 2016
April, 2016
January, 2016
December, 2015
November, 2015
October, 2015
June, 2015
May, 2015
April, 2015
February, 2015
January, 2015
December, 2014
September, 2014
August, 2014
July, 2014
June, 2014
May, 2014
April, 2014
March, 2014
February, 2014
January, 2014
December, 2013
November, 2013
October, 2013
September, 2013
August, 2013
July, 2013
June, 2013
May, 2013
November, 2012
October, 2012
September, 2012
August, 2012
July, 2012
June, 2012
March, 2012
February, 2012
January, 2012
December, 2011
November, 2011
September, 2011
August, 2011
July, 2011
June, 2011
May, 2011
April, 2011
March, 2011
February, 2011
January, 2011
December, 2010
November, 2010
October, 2010
September, 2010
August, 2010
June, 2010
May, 2010
March, 2010
February, 2010
January, 2010
November, 2009
October, 2009
September, 2009
August, 2009
July, 2009
June, 2009
May, 2009
April, 2009
March, 2009
February, 2009
January, 2009
December, 2008
November, 2008
October, 2008
September, 2008
August, 2008
July, 2008
June, 2008
May, 2008
April, 2008
March, 2008
February, 2008
January, 2008
December, 2007
November, 2007
October, 2007
September, 2007
August, 2007
July, 2007
June, 2007
May, 2007
April, 2007
March, 2007
February, 2007
January, 2007
November, 2006
October, 2006
September, 2006
August, 2006
July, 2006
June, 2006
May, 2006
April, 2006
March, 2006
February, 2006
January, 2006
November, 2005
October, 2005
September, 2005
August, 2005
July, 2005
June, 2005
March, 2005
January, 2005
December, 2004
November, 2004
August, 2004
July, 2004
June, 2004
May, 2004
April, 2004
March, 2004
February, 2004
January, 2004
December, 2003
November, 2003
October, 2003
September, 2003
August, 2003
July, 2003
May, 2003
April, 2003
March, 2003
February, 2003
January, 2003
December, 2002

Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional
Valid CSS

It's what's for dinner

Thanks to the Anoka Country Fair, I was able to give a bit more depth to my previous thought experiment about what animals I would, or would not feel bad about killing.

Thanks to the good kids at 4-H, there were many representatives of each and every animal species we eat, available for close eye to eye contemplation.

For the most part it bore out my guesses, chickens and turkeys looked highly killable, their long necks seemingly designed for wrenching or quick severing. Ducks seemed to emit a mysterious charisma that completely disarmed any attempts to summon murderous intent.

The eyes of pigs and cows were harder to meet, the glimmering hint of the existential horror of their situation seemingly swirling at the edges of their pupils.

The one surprise that diverged from my predictions were the sheep. They looked particularly stupid, and as I stared into their dull faces I imagined slaughtering one personally. Wrapping my arm around it's head, pull it back to expose the neck, and slicing deep. Hauling it up by it's feet to let the blood drain. I tried to imagine the wet and frightened bleeting noises it would make as it struggled upside down, and how I would feel.

Now clearly imagination is different from reality, but in my mind I felt nothing for it. I can't explain it, how I can have such a revulsion to slaughtering a pig, but yet be devoid of empathy for another farm animal of similar mass.

Also, I felt weird and bad about using the 4-H displays for this purpose. It seemed somehow wrong to death ogle the result of children's hard work. Except, maybe that is the whole point of it. To remind people of the places their food comes from. 4-H kids certainly don't release their animals back into the wild, they are raised to be consumed, sans ribbons.

In any case, while initially I felt like a serial killer casing a co-ed dorm, in the end I found a happy place with it. While we're not explicitly taught *not* to think about the source of our food, I think the lingering truth of it seeps in, and demands to be pushed out of our mind each mealtime. Mental clothing worn over the unsightly bits of the necessities of society.

In any case, lamb is definitely back on the table, and I suspect my next trip to the aquarium will be an interesting one.

1 comment:

I get lamb from our meat CSA. When properly seasoned and cooked on open fire, I'm transported into the myths of ancient Greece. So good.

"4-H kids certainly don't release their animals back into the wild."

How many of those animals could survive in the wild? Ducks maybe. There is no place to release a domesticated animal to, except a happy farm.
by: Mike (contact) - 04 Aug '10 - 15:13


Meta Information:

Title: It's what's for dinner
Date posted: 03 Aug '10 - 11:01
Filed under: General
Word Count: 409 words
Good Karma: 94 (vote)
Bad Karma: 56 (vote)
Next entry:  Video Games
Previous entry:  Pride or Respect