i don’t remember when i learned that chicken comes from a chicken, bacon from a pig, and steak from a cow. i wonder if i don’t remember because the knowledge of it didn’t bother me. my thoughts were probably along the lines of elisha’s when he figured it out some time ago, “oh. so can we have burgers tonight?” my concern over the kinds of food i eat didn’t happen til many years later and even now those concerns don’t mean i don’t eat meat. i am concerned about where the meat comes from and how the animal was treated.
but i’ve known kids who are really bothered by the whole idea of eating meat, and now i can add one of my kiddos to the list. the conversation was sparked over tea while doing a little bit of schoolwork. schoolwork that had a bizarre page with illustrations (not graphic) about a cow going from grazing cow to steak on a plate.
asher :: but i don’t eat cow. if i saw someone try to kill a cow i’d get ’em.
me :: but do you like to eat burgers?
asher :: yes
me :: burgers come from cows.
asher :: but not hot dogs…
me :: yes, they can come from cows.
asher :: (looking a little ill and perplexed) i think i’ll just eat muffins.