Growing up I was a meat and potatoes girl. Literally. I survived on chops and chips. Occasionally just to gee things up a bit I ate spaghetti bolognaise, but that was about it. As I grew older my taste matured and I started to eat different foods but meat and chicken were my staples. I was very much a carnivore and to be honest, I was a little wary of vegetables.
I am not sure how the change happened or at what point my already overly sensitive nature decided to turn its focus on to food. But I do know that I started to think about where the meat I was eating came from and it made me feel distressed and in truth – it made me feel extremely guilty.
For me it was not about eating animals as such, it was more about how the meat got to my plate. I am under no illusion that an animal has to die before I can eat it and I knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to walk there but I worried about the journey that animal had made. Death is one thing and, being a fatalist I can accept that, but it is the life that the animal experienced before death that really got to me.
I tried to pretend that cows chomped happily and idyllically on grass for the entirety of their lives before a sudden blow at the abbatoir made them into steak, but increasingly I heard the term “grain fed” beef. I may not know a lot about farming or even biology but I do know that cows don’t naturally graze on grain.
I tried to pretend farmers spent their morning running after chickens that had, up until that very morning, roamed around the farm pecking at grain on the ground. But I knew that the sheer number of eggs and chickens at the supermarket made that fantasy impossible to execute.
I tried to pretend that no-one in a humane society would ever torture animals by keeping them in concrete pens their entire lives with no access to sunshine, fresh air or place to stretch their muscles, but increasingly I discovered that I was wrong.
I made a conscious decision to stop eating meat, not because it is not healthy, not even because I don’t like the taste but simply because I could not condone cruelty to animals. I am at peace with my decision, I feel better about my footprint on this earth and I feel healthier because of this (even if it is only my mental health that has been affected). I only purchase meat for my family that has been ethically raised with respect and humanity.
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Interestingly the only really big change I have had to make is acceptance. I have had to take a crash course in being tolerant of those around me because, as much as I feel completely validated in my beliefs, I am equally conscious about not ramming my thoughts or opinions down anyone else’s throats – even those of my family. I know that it is all too easy to cross the line between idealism and fanaticism. I do not want to be a zealot, I think that scares people. It doesn’t educate them and it certainly doesn’t open their minds.
Where others see packaged dinner, I see death. I simply cannot understand how they don’t see the same thing I do but then I know many religious people who probably cannot understand why I don’t see God or salvation in the same way that they do.
Whenever I become hysterical about the plight of the animals or I balk at the rows and rows of packaged meat in the supermarket, the animal carcasses hanging in the butcher window or the ducks in the local Asian take away – I realise that my beliefs may not translate so easily to people around me.
Thank God then for kids like Luiz Antonio – who is quickly becoming an internet sensation after his “animal epiphany” was caught on film. Please watch the whole thing because although you’ll fall in love with him pretty quickly, there is no doubt you’ll fall in love with his mother by the end.
How is your relationship with meat? Do you eat some things but not others? How do you handle that watershed moment when your kids make the connection between the fluffy lamb they saw on a farm or in a book and the chop on their plate?
This post strikes a strong chord with me, Lana. Unfortunately I’m only a part-time vegetarian, which sounds a bit weak and hypocritical…but we do buy “ethically farmed” meat, as I can’t bear to cook/eat an animal that has suffered through factory farming. Little Luiz Antonio’s reaction to octopus is incredibly poignant, and humbling. Thanks for sharing this 🙂
Thank you Lee-Anne. Every bit that every person does is enough. We can ‘t all be Luiz – but we can all try be aware – which is exactly what you are xx
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Italiano – English – Português
meraviglioso bambino, ma anche mamma meravigliosa.
La mamma porta in tavola diverse pietanze tra cui il polpo. La mamma è onnivora ma dà libertà al figlio che non vuole mangiare gli animali. Spero che esistano madri vegetariane e vegane così grandi, che amino il figlio in questo modo, e che non lavano il cervello del figlio. Così, quando il bambino torna da scuola, e dice: “Ho assaggiato il panino con il prosciutto del mio amico. MI piace, posso averne ancora?”
Spero che anche le mamme vegetariane siano meravigliose come questa madre onnivora.
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wonderful child, but also wonderful mother.
The mother brings to the table a variety of dishes including octopus. Mom is omnivorous but gives freedom to the child who does not want to eat animals. I hope that there are vegetarian and vegan mothers so great, that they love the child in this way, and do not wash the brain of the child. So when your child comes home from school and says, “I have tasted the ham sandwich with my friend. I like it, can I have some more?”
I hope that vegetarian mothers are wonderful as this mother omnivorous.
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criança maravilhosa, mas também a mãe maravilhosa.
A mãe traz para a mesa uma variedade de pratos, incluindo polvo. Mãe é onívoro, mas dá liberdade para a criança que não quer comer animais. Espero que existem mães vegetarianas e veganas tão grande, que eles adoram a criança dessa maneira, e não lavar o cérebro da criança. Assim, quando seu filho chega da escola e diz: “Eu provei o sanduíche de presunto do meu amigo. Que eu gosto, que eu possa ter um pouco mais?”
Espero que as mães vegetarianas são maravilhosos como esta mãe onívoro.