She’s right, people need to know where their food comes from.If your precious snowflake is mortified and frightened that his or her chicken tenders and dippin’ sauce didn’t come from the chicken fairy you’ve done a crappy job as a parent of teaching them about the origins of things.
First thing I thought when I read that? Clarissa Dickson Wright has a new show?
I’d warn the little buggers first, let them opt out if they want but yeah, you wanna be a meat eater, know from whence the happy meal came.
I recall when I four years old and we were visting a farm and I has spent the day becoming bestest of friends with the chickens. I was in the kitchen and the lady we were visting said “Let’s have chicken.” So I followed my mother out to where the chickens were, totally oblivious to the fact those chickens were the same as the kind you get at KFC.
Then to my horror my mother picks up two chickens and procede to calmly ring their necks. Then she basically pops their heads off.
It was bad enough to lose my new friends but now my mother was not only a murder but she expected me to be in on her killing spree by telling me I should pluck them
That was the day the music died
My son knows where meat comes from; I told him a long time ago…ya’ know “circle of life” and all that. That being said, I wouldn’t want him to witness an animals throat being cut (especially a rabbit; sometimes they let loose a blood-curdling scream) on television.
I’m sure that there are ways to inform children without permanantly traumatizing them. Let 'em wait until they’re in their teens before you slaughter Peter Cottontail in front of them.
Yeah…I’m an adult, I eat meat, and I wouldn’t have wanted to see this. I’m in favor of proper medical care, but that doesn’t mean I want to witness gruesome operations.
You’d be surprised how few people know this. I’d almost completely forgotten but this reminds me of when I was a teenager walking in the woods with an active duty military guy who was interested in buying some of our land. One of our dogs (a shepherd/lab mix, incredible hunter) was with me and he dove into the bushes and ran down a rabbit. This active duty totally built/butch military squealed out like a little girl for a second when the rabbit screamed- he recovered quickly, but I thought he was going to pee himself at first. It wasn’t squeamishness- he was an avid deer hunter- but he had no idea rabbits made (very sharp, loud) sounds.
I would imagine the electrocution was to cut down on the possibility of this. I agree that kids should know where meat comes from, but I don’t think that seeing the throat being cut should be part of the first exposure; start by showing them a carcass perhaps.
Yes, Benjamin Bunny is tasty. It helps a lot when you are eating him to push you over the unpleasant moral issues.
OTOH, I had some at a college cafeteria that still contained shot. Like from a shotgun. If they had warned me that THIS Benjamin wasn’t domestic I’d’ve chewed with my incisors, not my molars, and I wouldn’t chomp down on gold today.
I found it oddly amusing that the host’s last name is “Wiener.”
When I was in New York on Easter Sunday a couple of years ago, I found it amusing that the restaurant we chose for that day had taken their regular rabbit dish off the menu. I was also somewhat disappointed, since I don’t see a lot of rabbit served in restaurants around here.
As for the bunny slaughter in the OP, maybe the actual on-air throat slicing was a bit much, but it doesn’t hurt for kids to know where their food is coming from, especially since they weren’t all that young.
While they were old enough, and the principle is sound, that is not something to surprise them with.
But yes, I’ve been through that myself. Not with bunnies, but with chickens. Gone from live bird to dinner.
Hmm.
I love the caption on the photo “A rabbit, not being eaten”
That said, I would also not welcome a surprise tazing and butchering. I know where my meat comes from, I also am glad I have the choice to opt in or out of its direct preparation. This situation has reality show gone wrong written all over it.
Dude, check the date.
D’oh…
Yeah, but the date on the second link is 3/31/2009. It’s far from clear to me that this is an April Fools joke.
And each and every one of us should work at a sewage plant for one day, or else we have no right to use a toilet.
Here’s another story about it from March 30. I don’t think it’s a 4/1 prank.
So bye, bye Mrs. Chicken Pot Pie
Did some pickin’
of a chicken
that I meant to deepfry.
And it matters not if I made my boy cry
sayin’ “Why oh mommy, must it be? Why?
Was my poultry friendship a lie?”
Yes! This is exactly why this reasoning bothers me so much. WHY is it wrong to eat meat and not really know how bloody slaughter is? I don’t know how a television works, or how wireless operates. I don’t know about the hardships endured to create the wheat in my sandwich. And I don’t care! Why must I?