Yes, the spider-goat, henceforth, no longer eats meat. More specifically, processed meat. I’ll still eat fish, and if I know the butcher, farmer, hunter, etc. I’ll eat it since I know where it’s coming from, but you’d have to give me a lot of $$$ before I eat a whopper again.
There are a lot of reasons for this change in my diet, none of them having anything to do with any sort of PETA sympathy for cattle and swine. First off, I was talking to many vegetarians and vegans who explained to me what was in our food. Then I picked up the recent issue of Mother Jones, which outlines how dangerous the meat-packing industry is to its workers. But what finally tipped the balance was something I ate (but-THANK G-D- didn’t digest!).
I was at a party and some dude dared me to eat a can of something called “Potted Meat Food Product.” I figure, can’t be that bad, right? (you can laugh at this point at my stupidity)
I took one bite and I go straight for the nearest bottle of mustard and start chugging just to get rid of the taste. This stuff was not fit for consumption by the scrawniest of street hounds. “What the fuck was in that stuff?!” I exclaimed. Then the guy told me (he’d actually memorized it, the asshole!): mechanically separated chicken, partially defatted cooked beef fatty tissue (I’d like to know what’s left after that), beef tripe, water, no more than 2% flavoring (flavoring with what? cyanide?), vinegar, salt, dextrose, extracts of paprika, sodium nitrite.
He was barely past the beef by the time I was purging in the nearest sink. I vomited twice. Fortuneatly, all of the mustard I’d consumed covered up the meat taste. At this point, everyone in the room is laughing their asses off, while I’ve got my head in the sink.
It was then that I swore never to eat that vile substance known as processed meat again.
And so, fellow Dopers, let the mocking begin.
