^That is retarded. I would eat a cow if it was in my back garden. I mean like if I'd raised it and all - if some poor moo-er happened to wander in then I wouldn't like chow it down head first as punishment or something xD
When I'm all growed up though, I really want to live on a little farm with three pigs, two sheep, six chickens, a cow and of course the three dogs, four cats, two chinchillas and a tank of fish*. Apart from the housepets, I fully intend to kill and eat them all when they're ready to be killed and eaten. Am a little undecided about the chickens, because I want them for eggs and egg-chickens aren't as good for eating as meat-chickens, but I guess I could totes get a mixture. Ooh, maybe a cockerel... And the cow will be a milk cow, not a meat cow, but you can still eat them, right? I dunno.
Anyway, my point is - getting to know the animals you're chomping on, and knowing how they lived, and knowing how they died, has to be a significantly preferable way to get your meat fix than just gulping down some anonymous slab of dead stuff that you know nothing about. This is my theory, and when me and Fran Kranz live on our farm in the Lake District after our beautiful honeymoon-roadtrip thing round the south of England in the summertime checking out the beer- and folk-festivals in the sunshine for three weeks, which is of course the only way to celebrate our gorgeous Quaker wedding in Frandley Meeting House (there's a cherry blossom there, it's lovely - and before you point out that I'd need a Spring wedding to have the cherry blossom in bloom and that would put my summer honeymoon too early, shush, we're having a gap in the middle to get over the wedding stuff and get on with the marriage stuff, and then the honeymoon will be wonderful) where my mum cried and my step-mum wore a very large hat and our first dance was either Dream Away by George Harrison or possibly In The Aeroplane Over The Sea and I wore purple and was gorgeous, of course, so when that happens then me and Fran will be very very happy with our little farm on which to raise a tousle-haired army of children and then get old and die by the wood-burning stove having got fat and happy on the animals we raised in the back yard. (He's going to propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower on my birthday while I'm wearing a Christopher Kane dress he bought me the previous week.)
*And I have named them all, or at least the first generation before I eat that lot and get new ones (I'm not eating the cats and dogs and chinchillas and fish, to clarify). The pigs are Odysseus, Persephone and Sugar-Tits, the sheep are Clarence and Maud, chickens are Tomasina, Hortense, Maximillia, Portia, Flavia and Rex, the cow's called Megan, the dogs are Manchee, Parev and Perfect Weather To Fly, the cats will me Charlemagne, Gideon, Rosencrantz and Guildernstern, the chinchillas are Cosmo and Zacheriah, and the fish will be called Legion FOR THEY ARE MANY.
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