I’ve just eaten a meal consisting mainly of veg grown in my back garden. Now I’m waiting to see if I survive.
Cooking doesn’t interest me all that much. My reason for growing vegetables is more biological curiosity than allotment keeping, so I’m always amazed if I produce anything edible. Today they do seem to be, the meal was actually very nice.
As long as I don’t think too hard about who the bones were.
I’ve been experimenting with cooking meat recently. I gave up meat almost 20 years ago, shortly after the knife incident in fact (Stalking part5. The Knife).
The new meat curiosity came about because I’m now a dog owner.
As a once long term vegetarian meat is a somewhat curious phenomenon. That thing I’m eating once had a character, it could see, it could feel pain, it may well have come to the gate to say hello to me if I passed it’s field. It’s body matter now becoming my body matter. The recycling of life.
Normal. But odd non the less.
Could I kill a creature to eat it? Certainly, if I needed to. Given certain circumstances and a detachment. I imagine I could enjoy it. A switching from empathy to consumption.
A farmer near where my parents live calls all his sheep by the same name (Betty I believe) to help prevent him getting attached to any one of them.
Another farm near there kept a lamb. It’s mother had died when it was born so they had bottle fed it and it became part of the family. They called it Dot.
Then one day the father decided that it was time to eat Dot. They would have her for Christmas dinner.
He prepared the children for this, telling them that this was the cycle of life, things must die and be eaten by other things, that was how life continued.
The mother carefully prepared and cooked the creature, then presented it at the dinner table. The father announced that they were now going to eat Dot the lamb and the mother took the carving knife and cut them each a slice. The two children started eating the meat without a second thought. The mother did the same. The father paused, got up from the table and without a word left the room. He never took a bite of Dot.