I grew up on a 40-acre hobby farm. My dad used to name all of our beef cattle after people and friends that they reminded him of. One time one of my dad’s friend’s, Herbie came over for dinner, and my dad had to ask us not to call the burgers we were eating “Herbie burgers”. We always knew the name of who we were eating when we were growing up.
My younger daughter said she didn’t want to know it’s name she just wanted to know what kind of meat it was.