I went to college with a bunch of animal loving vegetarians. “How can you eat your animals!?” they would ask.
My response? I’m not ready to stop eating meat so the next best thing I can do is make sure the animals I eat have the best life possible and that their lives are ended in a humane way. Even my classmates could respect that.
And blah blah blah. I know what I told them is true. I do. It is my responsibility to raise our meat, raise it well, and well… decide when it is time for them to go. If I have a bunch of pampered farm animals and buy my meat at the grocery store that doesn’t make much sense. But it isn’t always easy.
What’s making me think of this? Well we have that one lonely ram lamb and his date with destiny is scheduled for tomorrow. We’re going to “try a lamb” ourselves as in eat one to see how to cook it so we can share our experience with any of our customers who may want to buy some lamb.
The lamb has to go to the same place the cattle go to. Brian usually takes them. Sure, the calves are cute but by the time they’re big enough to go they are big and rude and could care less about me unless I’m carrying a bucket of corn. He takes them and they come back in a cooler. Well, this time Brian can’t take the lamb so I have to. I’d love to say that I’m all in touch with my food chain and can’t wait to tour the slaughterhouse. To be honest, I’m scared. What if I show up and they’re offing some animal in the next pen. What if the lamb looks at me with that look in his eyes. Ugg.
What’s the difference? Well, sheep are already scared and prone to panic by nature. I’ve spent this lamb’s whole life trying to convince him that I’m not going to hurt him.
I’m really going to be fine with this, it’s not like I’m crying in my Wheaties or anything. I just wanted to put it out there that I’m not heartless and these things aren’t always easy. If anyone wants to jump in and make me feel better I’d love that!