Not Proud

[poliphilo]

I've started eating meat. It's France that's to blame. You scour the menu for the vegetarian option and all they've got is crudites- you know, raw carrot and zucchini and stuff- so I made a decision before we went-  for the next five days I'm a carnivore.

What I hadn't been prepared for was how my energy levels went up. 

But I'm going to insist we buy meat that's been raised ethically. That's my quarrel with meat-eating- not that I'm sentimental about animals, because I'm not- but that industrial farming is disgusting. 

Last night we had lamb steaks- in a mushroom sauce- with mashed potato. 

I'd forgotten food could be such fun.

Comments

Re: Free-range chickens

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I've never had anything much to do with livestock. Ailz says chickens can be horrid to one another- but I suppose that's true of most animal species- including homo sapiens.

I must be great to go out into the yard in the morning and pick up a fresh-laid breakfast egg.

Fresh-laid

[zoe-1418.livejournal.com]

Oh, it is! Although in our case we pick them up in the evening, when we put the girls to bed. Actually, they generally put themselves to bed, making their way into their coop and up into their "dormitory" as the sun begins to set. I just go close up the entrance so predators don't get them, and then I stick my head in through the egg door, collect what's there, and say a few good-night words to the ladies. (Sometimes I sing them a verse of "Good Night, Ladies," ending with "...and thank you for the eggs.")

I'll bet there's a big difference -- in how one ends up viewing the niceness or not-niceness -- between raising a large number of chickens and raising a small handful. I suspect it's more pleasant with just a few.

Re: Fresh-laid

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

What a lovely picture- the chickens trooping off to roost and you singing them to sleep.