The Real Issue
Peach: Mommy, remember what we had for that dinner last week?
FrumeSarah: Are you referring to Thanksgiving?
Peach: Yes. That thing was disgusting.
FrumeSarah: Which thing? The turkey?
Peach: Yes, the turkey. The turkey didn’t want me to eat him…. He wanted to be alive.
Yowza, kid. From where is this coming? The turkey didn’t want me to eat him? He certainly didn’t hear this at home.
I am, what I would consider, a reluctant carnivore. I love meat. I love the taste of it. Beef, lamb, chicken — all good. Since my teen years, I triumphantly pointed to the end of the Flood narrative where permission to eat meat is given (Genesis 9:3). But in the past five years, I have become more and more uncomfortable with the ways in which the animals are treated prior to ending up on my plate. And while I am not-yet prepared to forego such foods, I am certainly more aware of the ethical issues surrounding the meat (beef, poultry, etc) industry.
We have not always been forthcoming about the origins of the “meat” as far as the children are concerned. Beernut was flat-out flabbergasted when it was suggested to him that meat comes not from a store, but from a cow. Of course, it must be pointed out that Beernut was not incorrect when he said that meat comes from the store. He just wasn’t sharing the origin. Also, assuming that the meat in question was beef, it would have been more accurate to say that it is derived from beef cattle.
I’m just saying…
But this morning’s conversation was not quite finished as Peach had just one more question:
Mommy, can a person who is a kid and a vegetarian and a person who is a kid but is not still play together?