It’s all in how you’re raised snugs. Many today cannot eat any meat unless it’s in a tray from the market.
I’m sort of like that. But I REMEMBER how it used to be - animals raised for food.
I’m in a sad state of denial and lovin’ it.
we use to go up to my cousin’s farm and help kill pigs and a cow or two, the whole family would butcher and get their meat that way. When I was young my grandma would actually make lye soap at that time, since you need pork lard. just like the olden days, she had a witch’s kettle and a fire in the farm yard...boy those cracklins were good!!!!