Someone asked me the other day at work about where I got my meat. Once I got past the random nature of this question(besides it sounding a bit dirty), I replied like any city girl would
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And my commitment to vegetarianism JUST got stronger.
That sort of mentality is hard to understand; I grew up in a pretty rural area with lots of farms, mostly fowl and dairy, and there was also a fair bit of hunting. It was not shocking to pull into any of my friends' driveways to see several big dead bucks hanging by their back legs from a tree or something, and people were always proudly handing out deer meat to their friends and neighbors that they'd butchered themselves. We also had a HUGE turkey farm close by where you could pick out your turkey to have it killed, and one of my friends had a pheasant farm and was always inviting people over to shoot their own pheasants.
Your coworker was only trying to do you a favor, in her backwoods, hayseed kind of way; meat from a local farm is way better for you (and slightly more ethical) than buying meat in a store that's full of hormones. It does taste better, too - although I'm going purely from memory here as pretty much all meat grosses me out at the moment. If you had the inclination and the curiosity, I bet your coworker would even teach you how to cure your own bacon.
Sometimes, if you can't beat 'em, it might not hurt to join 'em. For some things. Not all, or you might become one of them. Perhaps you could join them at their next hootenanny or corn-husking party. :)
That sort of mentality is hard to understand; I grew up in a pretty rural area with lots of farms, mostly fowl and dairy, and there was also a fair bit of hunting. It was not shocking to pull into any of my friends' driveways to see several big dead bucks hanging by their back legs from a tree or something, and people were always proudly handing out deer meat to their friends and neighbors that they'd butchered themselves. We also had a HUGE turkey farm close by where you could pick out your turkey to have it killed, and one of my friends had a pheasant farm and was always inviting people over to shoot their own pheasants.
Your coworker was only trying to do you a favor, in her backwoods, hayseed kind of way; meat from a local farm is way better for you (and slightly more ethical) than buying meat in a store that's full of hormones. It does taste better, too - although I'm going purely from memory here as pretty much all meat grosses me out at the moment. If you had the inclination and the curiosity, I bet your coworker would even teach you how to cure your own bacon.
Sometimes, if you can't beat 'em, it might not hurt to join 'em. For some things. Not all, or you might become one of them. Perhaps you could join them at their next hootenanny or corn-husking party. :)
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