Funny story to tell: when my daughter was in 5th grade, her classmate became a vegetarian (as was her Mother) and started a preaching campaign at lunch. Little E had a ham sandwich for lunch and the girl said, “Don’t you feel bad? A pig was killed so you could eat THAT instead of something else. The pig could have had babies”. Without a beat, little E said, “Don’t worry.. I think they killed the babies too (and took a HUGE bite of her sandwich saying YUMMMM... baby pig”. The girl ran away in tears. I still LOL today about it. :)
ROFLMAO!
Your daughter rocks; great story. FWIW, I can imagine my daughter (now 24) doing something similar as a kid. Great image.
Lol...
I purposely had a pig roast when my children were little to make it clear to them that we eat animals. My wife also dressed a deer that was given to us by a neighbor. Both were so tasty.
I was determined to vaccinate my children against the Bambi propaganda.
When, one day my six year old daughter asked her mother, “Mommy, do people eat bunnies?”
“Yes ... they do.” My wife was fearful that cute bunnies might cause my daughter discomfort.
Then, my daughter responded, “Do they taste good?” Bingo. Mission accomplished.
Decade back, when we moved back to Virginia, we bought a house, and invited people to a “Housewarming Barbeque”.
My Lefty sister shows up, and immediately complains that there are no alternative dishes for her vegan sensitivities. I smile and asked her to follow me. I opened the back door, pointed to the back yard, and told her to graze to her heart’s content, I had purposely not mowed it, knowing she was coming. . .
I knew a woman who claimed she was vegetarian. She’d order a pepperoni pizza and throw the meat in the trash. The poor pig was killed to make the pepperoni she refused to eat but tossed him into the garbage. Now, please, explain how that is honoring or saving an animal? Of curse, there was the meat juice still left on the pizzas which she ate.
She also enjoyed Pork ‘n Beans and freaked out when someone finally told her the secret of the little white cubes. As if the name wasn’t a clue.