With the local food movement finally gaining some leverage I can finally air my dirty laundry:
I burn for bacon, pine for poultry, and bellow for beef. As a practicing and concerned environmentalist, I missed my meat! I've long been aware of the environmental horrors of the meat industry and (though I've had my slip-ups) have decided to opt out of supporting it. Everyone is aware that our biggest political power is our consumer power, one that I learned is hercules when it comes to the food industry.
This is why my favorite local food is MEAT! I love waking up to bacon that I know was raised just down the street in the field full of clover and shade trees. Though raised responsibly, this little piggie is no less "creature" and thus I eat my meats sparingly. When I enjoy the life of others I try to remind myself to be thankful for the sacrifice, to be aware that this is no small feat. It may sound vulgar to the weak stomach but I find it is a responsiblity of the meat eater, no matter the type, to remember that they are gaining strength from another animal's loss. And so, I shake the hand of my local butcher and delight in the simple wax paper and string. I then return home where I humbly enjoy the exchange of delicious energy, animal to animal.