Although I didn’t take part in the upbringing of the animals, I did visit them over the summer and helped to move them to a new pasture in the fall. Watching these creatures happily munch on grass while knowing full well they would end up on a plate gave me a lot to think about. |
As the event grew closer, I learned that those sweet lambs I had met over the summer were going to be on the menu, and I knew that I had to be there. There is something almost religious to me about consuming food with which I feel complete peace of mind; not having to question the treatment of the animals or the land is more valuable to me than the familiarity of whatever dish I am eating. |
Navigating through the chaos of a dining hall after 7pm, my heart was set on engaging in the final step of raising meat animals, dinner time. I took a deep breath as I served myself the mouthwatering cumin lamb and wheat noodle dish that had been prepared; it felt necessary to ground myself as I have never eaten something that had once nibbled on my pant leg. |