I’ve always been a little squeamish about meat on the dinner table. I don’t like to eat chicken off the bone; makes it too easy to remember where it came from. I went vegetarian for a while, but I gave it up partly because I was starting to get unreasonably grossed out by the mere idea of eating dead flesh - an unarguably natural act (not necessarily for humans, but certainly for other animals and plants).
Anyhoo, I’m eating Sicilian sausage and peppers the other day, and just after taking a bite of sausage, I notice this BIG FUCKING VEIN hanging out of the link. It was about the diameter of a shoelace, but in context, it looked like a sewer pipe. I almost heaved. I can’t stop thinking about it. God, am I a pussy.
Was that for me? If so, I have no reasonable justification for it. I think it’s a texture thing. I just find peanut butter “icky”. As you can see from my last post, I’m not picky about meat products, simply because that is self delusion. If you find meat in general disturbing, and want to be a vegetarian, then I respect that. But if you can eat some meat, then you can eat it all - providing you like the taste, of course. A dead animal is a dead animal.
My stepfather was a butcher, and according to him, if you knew what was in sausages (veins or not), you wouldn’t eat them. So, if I were at all squeamish, sausages would be sacrificed before say, things like steak.
My dog does. She thinks they’re even greater than rawhide.
What are the people-version like? Sorta industrial-strength beef jerky? The dog-version is very rawhide-y. Dry and hard. I just can’t see people getting through that.
-Rue.
I guess I fit in the self-delusional group, and damn happy to be there. I really enjoy eating the muscle tissue of animals (steak, chops, roasts, etc.). I really dislike eating internal organs (brains, heart, liver, kidneys, etc.). There is a big taste, smell, and texture thing going on.
Don’t ask about braunschweiger (liverwurst) either.
Or those Vienna sausages that come in those cute little tins. Or Spam. Bolonga. Hot dogs…
Ick.
How my best friends can eat gobs of beef fat, chicken gristle/cartilage, bone marrow, veins, etc. is totally beyond me.
I’d much rather have some fried rice with some crisp-tender vegetables in it, with some soy sauce. And I prefer it to be homemade.
