Pick your pig

[bixaorellana]

I didn't want to de-rail Kerouac's wonderful thread on the agricultural expo, but this certainly ties in:

German Sausage Lovers Choose Which Pigs to Eat     <-- click

What about you all here -- could you eat something to which you'd been introduced, as it were?

At last the Red Queen began. ‘You’ve missed the soup and fish,’ she said. ‘Put on the joint!’ And the waiters set a leg of mutton before Alice, who looked at it rather anxiously, as she had never had to carve a joint before.

‘You look a little shy; let me introduce you to that leg of mutton,’ said the Red Queen. ‘Alice— Mutton; Mutton—Alice.’ The leg of mutton got up in the dish and made a little bow to Alice; and Alice returned the bow, not knowing whether to be frightened or amused .

‘May I give you a slice?’ she said, taking up the knife and fork, and looking from one Queen to the other.

‘Certainly not,’ the Red Queen, very decidedly: ‘it isn’t etiquette to cut any one you’ve been introduced to. Remove the joint!’

Through the Looking Glass, by Lewis Carroll
Chapter 9, "Queen Alice"

[hwinpp]

We used to eat our own animals all the time. Little pigs, little goats and lambs. All raised by my sister. I think she suffered keenly.

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I know people who lovingly put seeds in the ground, water and care for the plants that grow, protect them from pests and weather, and then one day they suddenly rip them out of the ground and eat them.