meat matters... a tale of my present
K, at the tender age of 5, has decided not to eat meat.
Not because she is picky.
Not because she doesn't like it.
Not to drive us crazy.
Because it used to be alive.
We had a conversation that went a little like this
K: Mama, what eats birds
CK: Why?
K: Cats eat birds right?
CK: And people do too.
K: Well I don't.
CK: Chickens are birds, Turkeys are birds.
K: But I'm not eating them anymore mama.
It's true, for about a week now the only kind of meat she has eaten is bacon, because bacon is pretty much irresistible to anyone sharing my genes.
CK: Why not sweetie?
K: Because chickens used to be alive, I'm not going to eat any animals anymore. When will all the killing stop?
So you see my dilemma?
My problem isn't whether or not to force feed her meat because that is not going to happen. I applaud her moral stance, I just don't choose to follow it myself. We aren't even big meat eaters. We have red meat once a month at the most fish or poultry a couple of times a week.
Really though what do I do? For instance, her favorite meal of all time is talapia loins cooked in olive oil with rice and broccoli. Do I point out to her that the fish once lived and breathed in their own underwater gill having sort of way or do I just go ahead and put the fish on her plate and see what she does?
Last night hours after we had our "stop the killing" talk I was serving dinner. We decided on turkey burgers earlier in the day so I offered her a bun with melted cheese and pickles.
K: No thanks mama, I want a burger.
CK: You know that it's a turkey burger right?
K: Yeah, I want a burger, but not those potatoes they look nasty.
MK: I thought you were a vegetarian now, don't vegetarians like potatoes?
K: Yeah, they mostly do, but I am only half vegetarian, so I don't eat potatoes.
Mr. Kaos and I had to cover our mouths with napkins to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the situation.
