I love meat, particularly red meat. I like
steak so rare it almost still moves. That aside, I am seriously thinking
about cutting down on eating meat and, potentially, becoming vegetarian.
I don't like cruelty to animals, and I don't see how I can object to the way other nations farm animals, for example the Chinese Yulin Dog Festival and yet turn a blind eye to the atrocious conditions in our own factory farms. So after years of dithering with loving animals, whilst eating those unfortunate enough to endure a life of misery between the battery farm and the knackers yard for my meals, I am attempting to eat less meat.
I decided this after yet another tasteless ready meal in which the food didn't actually taste of food and the 'chicken' could have been anything - and probably was once several things. I decided on the spot that I had to eat less meat. I set myself a 10 day goal of no meat, but fish and dairy were allowed. I will now see if I can do this until the end of February. It hasn't been that difficult, but some things have surprised me. For one thing, I am eating far too much bread. Another surprise was lunch out last week - I was surrounded by cafés and restaurants, but they were all centred around meat, except two - a fish and chip shop and a sushi bar. The farmed fish may not have had a life of fun and frolics, but that will be another month's challenge.
I am not sure I can give up meat forever, I tried once before and ended up craving meat, but when I went to Prague, I found myself craving fruit and vegetables, so I could just be contrary. Maybe I could just eat meat one or two days a month, or only if I know it is sourced from somewhere that the animals get to skip around in the sunshine a bit until they are sent for an untimely and potentially agonising death at the slaughterhouse. I worry about the term 'organic', is it just an overused label, what does it actually mean?
Then I start thinking
about other animal products. Thinking too much has always been a problem
with me. But if I don't eat animals, then surely I can't wear them
either. This rules out leather shoes, jackets, belts, definitely angora (I've
seen the photos on Twitter of how that is farmed) and possibly wool. So
do I think about giving it all up and heading to a life of flatulence and
rayon?
As usual, I am thinking
too far ahead, and yet so far I am avoiding thinking about cheese. I love
cheese. I don't drink milk (because I am convinced that it curdles in my
stomach, based on no scientific evidence whatsoever, it is just what occurs to
me whilst drinking it which then makes me gag), but I eat far too much cheese,
cream and yogurt. However I once worked on a dairy farm in New Zealand, I
didn't get the impression that the cows led a happy life. The other
volunteer workers and I were only there for two weeks and there wasn’t a lot of
happiness in our lives, so the cows forced to be there and milked twice a day
by the unhinged old farmer were definitely not having any fun. I wearily
accept that there is no point saving the cows if I then abandon them to the
hardships of mass production dairy farming, so if I am serious about this, I
will have to cut down on cheese as well.
I have meat in my
freezer, I have non-vegan wine in the wine rack. Having carried out
essential research on the internet, I already know that most gin is vegan, I
offer up a prayer of thanks to the God of small things. I am not sure yet whether to serve the meat to
guests, or just work through it gradually on occasional non-veggie days.
I am not throwing out alcohol. It makes no difference to the animal
world what I do with my stash of meat and wine - those animals cannot be saved.
Going forward I will try to be a better person. Obviously there is
no question of me trying to be a more sober one. I want to have some of
the old me left.
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