O Come All Ye Meatless
It turned out not to be be a big deal at all. I’ve never once missed searching for the perfect tree, decorating it, or sweeping up dropped needles. I mildly sympathized with my daughter’s desire to be like all the Christian families in our neighborhood, but a Christmas tree just didn’t fit in our house.
As I plunge further into “Eating Animals” by Jonathan Safran Foer, I wonder if it would be equally easy to leave meat behind. Would I carefully plan my last meaty meal? Would I fondly remember the smell? The taste?
99 out of 100 Americans will never read about the atrocities of the factory farm. Ignorance is what allows them to continue to buy Tysons pork and Purdue chicken and farmed salmon without the slightest tinge of guilt. I’m on page 199 of the book and my stomach is definitely squeamish over what I have been reading.
This week we will pay a visit to Polyface Farm when we make a trip to Charlottesville to pick up my husband’s new custom-made shoes. I still consider Joel Salatin’s farming practices to be a far cry from factory farming. But there is no way I can say his animals never suffer. For one thing, he is forced to send his cows and pigs to a slaughterhouse, where he doesn’t have complete control.
We’ll probably buy some chickens, perhaps even a turkey, as I continue to ponder what it might be like to go cold-turkey (or NO-turkey) on meat.
I can already picture my husband laying awake at night worrying about meat-deprivation. He hasn’t yet read this book.
I think back to all the teasing one of my vegan employees got from my old office, particularly every time there was a pot-luck lunch. It would be things like, “What sort of tofu delight did you bring this time, John?” I am suddenly far more sympathetic and in awe of this guy who was willing to go against the mainstream of America.
I never want to be one of those people who claims to be a vegetarian and then goes and eats a burger in the closet. If I actually embrace vegetarianism, it will be a complete change. Much like the Christmas tree.
I wonder if I would really miss eating meat?