08 February 2010

Kill it yourself

I am a vegetarian. A lily-livered, bleeding-heart, do-gooder vegetarian. Everyone expects me to be squeamish, and I will admit that sometimes I get a little woogy while shopping for my parents in the meat section of the supermarket.

I also get ooged out by handling meat. I have a hard time thinking of the stuff that runs out as "juices," because when I cut myself, "juice" does not run out. Animal juice is just like people juice to me, and I don't like people juice very much.

But you know what I don't have a problem with? Hunting. And raising your own animals and killing them yourself.

If you want to go out and get your own meat, I'm fine with it.

Chasing down wolves in helicopters like Sarah Palin doesn't sit well with me, and I don't like trophy hunting, but if you are providing your family with meat and you are willing to get your hands bloody doing it, more power to you.

I especially approve of people raising their own meat animals. That way you know what they are, WHO they are. You know what they have eaten and how healthy they are. And then, hopefully, you kill, prep and eat them with respect, wasting as little as possible, because you know what was sacrificed for your well-being.

This is why I also don't freak out over people eating eyeballs, brains, cheek, tongue. To me, meat is meat and it seems stupid to get all crazy over what part of the animal it comes from. How is it that eating the side of an animal is fine but ooh gosh no, not the tongue - THAT'S GROSS. Huh?

I love that people make sausage out of blood other "gross" stuff. To me, it shows respect to the animal, which is also what I am trying to do by not eating them at all.


meno said...

I agree with the philosophy of killing your own stuff.

Which makes me a hypocrite, because if i had to kill my own cow i would never eat beef. And i do eat beef. But if i had grown up on a farm? Maybe i could "do it myself."

Count Mockula said...

I agree. I am a fairly squeamish vegetarian myself, but I don't have a problem with hunting for food. I even found myself on Ted Nugent's side once -- he suggested thinning out the herds of wild deer and feeding the venison to the homeless. He's... the Nuge, and yet, I thought, it does kind of kill two birds with one stone (no pun intended).

Ericka said...

i have killed my own food. now, i buy it and pay a fortune for organic, kosher, free range, etc. *sigh* but i have a theory that people are too far removed from their food. when people really start to believe that chicken comes in neat pink breasts in a stryofoam tray, we have a problem. i'm too tired to be overly coherent about it right now, but i think we're kind of coming from the same place.

Rachel said...

Oh how I wish I could live in the country and raise all my own meat.

Oh how I wish I'd gone along on deer hunting trips when I lived in Wisconsin.

You might have sparked a new post for me.

I love meat - the fresher, the better, which usually means local. My body asks for it, I give it to my body. Just as vegetarians have different things their bodies are asking for. :)

Denise said...

I agree with Ericka.

We raised our own chickens and hogs when we had acreage. We slaughtered the chickens ourselves (roosters not the hens) but had the butcher do the hogs because they were just too large to handle ourselves. It's very satisfying to raise one's own food (we had a large organic garden as well).

I would do it now if we could, but it seems that backyard livestock are frowned upon within city limits. :-D

I feel that if a person has the means to raise their own meat animals but chooses not to due to squeamishness of butchering and eating animals they'd raised then perhaps a re-evaluation of one's carnivore habits is in order.

J at www.jellyjules.com said...

I'm with you on the juices. It's not juice, it's blood. I'm not vegetarian, and I don't live in an area where I can (or would) raise my own meat. But I will buy the best meat I can (meaning, raised as best as I can afford), and I won't call its blood 'juice'.

I killed my own food once. A salmon, and it wasn't fun or pretty. But it was mighty tasty. I don't know if I could do a mammal or even a bird. I'm squeamish perhaps. Guess I'm a hypocrite. But I don't really have a problem with it. I don't make my own clothes, or computers, or televisions, or housing, either.

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