I seriously reconsidered eating meat on Monday morning. I live across from a cattle pasture. Yep, that’s how cool I am, I wake up to the smell of dung and the baritone arias of bovines. One sweet looking black and white cow meandered up to me when I went out to the mail box, which is on the same side of the road as the cow pasture. It was all good, it’s happened before. But then she followed me back up the road, stopping only at the corner of the fence. One look into her big brown eyes and she had me at hello. Or rather, mooo. It was then I realized that this cute cow might some day end up in my hamburger, or at least someone’s hamburger. I stopped and contemplated my future as a carnivore. I mean, what if all cows are this cute and adorable. How can I continue to eat them? I never wanted to eat another scrap of flesh again. Ever. Then I thought, But I like hamburgers, preferably with a few slices of cheeses on them. Or Turkey burgers. And steak. And occasionally chicken. How could I give that up? The truth is, I can’t. I’ve tried it before and converted back to being a meat eater. So, cute cows or not, I shall continue my consumption of cheeseburgers, no matter what they may be doing to my arteries.
To Eat Meat Or Not To Eat Meat