I feel a bit like this guy this morning. I didn't sleep very well -- woke up about 2 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep for a couple hours. I went out to the living room to read and after a while Olga came out to get me. She walked over to the couch, sat next to me in the lamplight, gave me a lick and then turned around and headed back to the bedroom, looking over her shoulder as if to say, "Are you coming?" She doesn't like it when the pack isn't together.
Dave is all excited because he's going to make sausage and chicken liver paté this evening after work. (He mixed the sausage a few days ago -- it's been curing in our refrigerator ever since.) I am dreading the condition of our kitchen later tonight. And I told him he has to eat the sausage first to make sure it doesn't kill him.
"And by the way," I said, "where is my veggie stir-fry?"
No wonder I couldn't sleep.
(Photo: King's Road, Chelsea.)
I bet the sausage pate will be really good. But I understand. It's so hard for me to really get excited about my husband hunting, even though the meat he gets is good meat and as natural and untampered-with as you can get. Still...meat. Which I am conflicted about. And probably always will be.
ReplyDeleteNice shot by the way. I hope you haven't been exhausted today but I bet you probably have been.
I'm having vegi stir fry for lunch today. I'll be thinking about you as I enjoy it. Good luck with cleaning the kitchen tonight.
ReplyDeleteOlga! Gotta love her.
I don't have a problem eating meat, I just don't want to eat it every day and since my husband does the cooking I eat what he fixes. We do have vegetarian meals just not as often as I would prefer. As for eating meat, I don't see how it is any different than eating plants. Plants are just as sentient as animals and some plants you do pull up entirely to eat their fruit or vegetable and those that you just harvest the food, eventually you do pull the whole plant up, killing it, and throw it on the compost pile. The thing about this reality is that it is a closed system (no manna from heaven) and what we eat is each other.
ReplyDeleteWe grew up in Meat land. Antelope, elk, deer, bear, moose, lots of sheep and some cow- As a child I would not eat it, nor dairy- nor eggs, Vegetables came in a can- processed within an inch of it's nutrients.It is a wonder I lived actually, chocolate cake and coffee kept me alive.
ReplyDeleteI did not have an issue eating animals really, it was that it made me feel unwell. My brother, died of colon cancer, ate tons of meat- just sayin'...
Bless Olga, taking care of her human pup!