Sometimes we go to bed thinking one thing, and wake up to discover the world is a slightly different place than we understood, and that we need to reconsider.
Yesterday at the Whole Paycheck, I bought some beef, just a little, already prepared. After an afternoon of what I would call small eating failures, I realized that I had been in need of protein, and when The Princess and I went out to get sushi for supper, I picked up a small amount of teriyaki beef to have today.
If you’ve watched the news this morning, you know where I’m headed. Holy God, how can people treat animals that way? To think that animals are being killed for our food with no regard for their health or their pain is wrong in every kind of way. I’m just saying something obvious, and not saying it particularly well, because I’m shocked.
And then I’m disappointed in being so deliberately in denial that I could be shocked.
Now, I know the lovely pieces of beef teriyaki from the fancypants grocery store probably came from a different source. It’s the school lunch program and fast food restaurants that get their meat from the slaughterhouse in question. But seriously. Seriously.
For many years, I did not eat four-legged animals, mostly because The Father of My Children didn’t. We continued to eat a moderate amount of poultry and fish. But when we split, I went back to eating meat, in part because I needed to assert my authority over myself, to be sure any choices I made were mine, not his. In the past year or so, The Princess has taken up his way of eating, of her own volition.
I’m not sure what I will do about this. I’m already limiting what I eat in pretty significant ways, and setting another limit would require an even more focused commitment. I just know I’m disgusted this morning, and not just disgusted, but horrified.