I once dated a guy who would talk with his roommates–in longing, graphic detail–about Thanksgiving dinner. About the crispy, crinkly turkey skin; the juicy meat; the flecks of sausage in the stuffing; the pan drippings for the gravy. Together they ooohed and aaahed over this fleshy feat.
“So, why not just eat it?” I asked, quite matter of factly.
“Oh no. We could never,” they responded in unison.
That was my introduction to the world of not eating meat for ethical reasons. It had never occurred to me, really, that vegetarianism was more than just a band of people who didn’t like their mother’s pork chops and swedish meatballs. Giving up meat a couple of years ago was not a great sacrifice for me. I just never got excited over a nicely-marbled filet or a roasted chicken like others do. Soon after though, I began thinking about what it meant to not eat meat.
Perhaps it was all those years of staring into my pets’ eyes; the proliferation of words like “grass fed,” “hormone-free,” and “free range” in the grocery store; reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma; or some combination thereof. But the idea of eating a once-living creature just didn’t make sense to me–not when there were so many other food options available.
I hate it. It’s just not an industry that I can support. I am grateful to know that there are an increasing number of farmers who are taking care to raise their livestock humanely–and the more people who support this kind of farming, the less profitable the factory farms will be. At the end of the day though, the outcome is the same: chili con carne and buffalo wings, lemon chicken and BLTs.
With Thanksgiving just a few days away, I too have been thinking about how much I would enjoy a juicy slice of turkey with some stuffing on the side and a drizzle of gravy across both. More so than the taste, I think it’s the ritual and tradition that I’m craving most.
Early on in my yoga teacher training journey, I read a book called If the Buddha Came to Dinner. Essentially, it said that food that has been lovingly prepared–no matter what it is–is a gift, and that if somebody grilled the Buddha a steak, he’d eat every last bite and say thank you. Meat should not ever go to waste.
Does that make him any less of a vegetarian? Is it possible to still practice ahimsa and enjoy a traditional Thanksgiving dinner? Or a bacon cheeseburger for that matter. Oh, how I long for a bacon cheeseburger . . .
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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Just because less is more is my philosophy on eating meat, doesn’t mean it needs to be so for you.
