I’m going to go off on a rant for a second here.
The story above interests me for several reasons. The people concerned about the possible slaughter of poultry in their neighborhood grocery store don’t identify themselves as vegetarians, animal lovers, or even crazy PETA activists. They aren’t concerned that the method of killing the chickens is cruel (which it isn’t). They simply seem to have a problem knowing where their poultry comes from. I’ve run up against this dilemma quite a lot lately.
People want to eat, but they also want to know as little as possible about the food they’re consuming. We have become so far removed from our food sources that it’s worrying to me in a large-scale Malthusian way. If we were to lose all means of current food production tomorrow, how many of us would be able to sustain ourselves? How many of us know which wild berries or mushrooms are edible? Or how to grow a vegetable garden? Or how to clean a fish? Or how to slaughter a lamb for meat? Or milk a cow? Or simply even COOK?
I was reading a book by Anthony Bourdain a few weeks ago, called A Cooks Tour: Global Adventures in Extreme Cuisines. In one of the chapters, Bourdain recounts visiting a friend’s family farm in Portugal and participating in the slaughter of a pig for a big feast later that week. Continue reading You Are What You Eat