When I have dinner with anti’s they tell me how good the food is.
Then stop eating when I tell them what furry forest critter it was before it became meat.
I don’t worrry not many anti’s come to dinner.
I prepared venison BBQ one time to take to a potluck dinner. One old fellow was enjoying it immensely & taking second helpings as he ask what it was. When we told him it was venison, that was it.....the remaining portion on his plate was not eaten. Ha! Another time the step father was enjoying our meal until he found out it was venison, at least there was more left for the rest of us.