Be warned. There may be the stuff of nightmares ahead. Nothing overtly horrifying, but not nice. And if you click all the links and read all the books, there IS some overt horror ahead. There. You’ve been warned.
I eat meat. Meat from living animals, with souls, and feelings, and senses of humor, and sometimes it horrifies me and sometimes I don’t think twice about it. Does that make me a monster? Or just a typical 21st century North American middle-class twat?
Somehow I missed out on the college dabble with vegetarianism and really never thought about it until I accidentally read both The Year of Eating Dangerously by Tom Parker-Bowles and Skinny Bitch by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin in the same month, and THEN a couple of months later went to see the Bodies exhibit.
JEEZUS H FUCKING CHRIST. (Excuse the language) It was overload. The books primed me; I still ate meat, but I didn’t feel very good about it. I started trying to stick with free-range, open-source, kosher, humane, etc. But the exhibit did me in. I’d learned about it years before, on PBS, or Discovery, or somewhere, and was fascinated. I wanted to leave my body to them after I’d shuffled off this mortal whatsit. So when it came to town I was thrilled, and talked Mr Tater into going, though he was less than enthusiastic.
It started out ok, interesting, creepy, educational, ghoulish, fascinating…until suddenly I was looking at the muscles of a human thigh and found myself staring at a CORNED BEEF. Same color, same texture… it WAS a human St Patrick’s Day dinner. My stomach gave a sideways lurch, and I was done. Ready to go. I’m done. Let’s go. Are we done? Can we go?
We went to lunch after. I had a salad. And from then on, I did not eat ANY meat for the next year and a half. I didn’t really do it on purpose, I tried to get back to ‘normal’, but every time I thought about eating meat, my stomach gave that same sideways lurch and I just chose a different option. Mr Tater was very patient with me. We tried the Boca, the Quorn, the Morningstar Farms, the Gardein, all of it; we took turns cooking and if he wanted meat he was welcome to have it, just as long as he provided me with adequate veg/bean/grain.
Revoltingly enough, my first foray back into meat was a bite of a hotdog. Not even an all-beef, kosher, free-range, humane hotdog. It was a generic hips-and-lips, who-knows-what’s-in-there hotdog. And it was delicious. No stomach lurch, no nothing. I was back. I “got over it”.
That was two years ago and I’m still “over it”, although I do now try to go meatless about half the time, and when I do eat meat I try to make it local, free range, humane, whatever. And the POINT that I want to share with you, vegan or not, is that I just tried Beyond Meat (because of this post last week). Beyond interesting back-story on this stuff. Basically, using a machine to turn plants into meat instead of using an animal. Check it out.