Don’t serve me anything that looks as if it had a former life – no fish with heads on, no unpeeled prawns, no lobsters purchased live from Amazon. I suppose looking at the plate makes me feel like a hypocrite – I am not entirely happy about eating meat, but I am still doing it. Easier to think of it as a lump of protein if it doesn’t look like some dead animal.
I have heard chefs saying they cook all parts of the animal from nose to tail out of respect for the animal whose life has been given up. Now that sounds like sanctimonious piety to me.
I put a couple of photos together with words (I hesitate to call them poems) on excessive animal eating and its impact on the environment. Trying to salve my conscience? You might be right.
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