Blogged from Treehugger.
“It is the Food issue of Good Magazine, and the lead article is about happy meat. “It’s not enough anymore to glance at the “antibiotic-free” sticker and dig in. People want to know that their dinner roamed free in a shady pasture, slept on a pillowy bed of hay, lived a happy life, and died a noble death. And then they want to eat.” “
Funny, that would make me feel a little better, except in a disturbing conversation with my cousin (my favorite cousin, a smart woman, mother of two, affluent, educated and a recent cancer survivor) I found just the opposite to be true. While trying to enlighten her with the … if you’re going to eat meat, poultry, dairy then maybe it would be best to have an awareness of it’s source. You know, free of antibiotics, growth hormones, treated humanely, free to roam, some sort of quality of life prior to the slaughterhouse, yada, yada. I guess I was trying to say to her that, while I can’t expect everyone to share my veg ways, I think it would be a good idea to make a decision to buy humanely (better for you, better for the animals, environment, etc). What surprised me the most was her response. She said if she knew the animal had a good life, she wouldn’t be able to eat it. It’s knowing it’s miserable and has no life that makes it reasonable for her to eat it. Gulp.
