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There’s a conversation between Ewan Mcgregor and Charley Boorman in Long way round or Long way down where they debate if kids know where meat comes from. One of them had the idea that kids assume meat comes from supermarket, and they wonder if they knew that the kids knew animals had to slaughtered and it doesn’t just appear on supermarket shelves. At one point, this used to be my favourite series, its funny how I don’t quite remember the exact details now. But they had a point, and thats what I used to think too.
I am a cradle carnivorous person and I don’t think that’s ever going to change – unless it meatless Fridays or Lent – but I did come close to changing my preferences when I went to get chicken the other day
The concept of Fresh chicken here implies a live chicken slaughtered in front of you, something I am not quite used to — but that’s exactly what it is .. the only way it can get fresher than that is if you grow it yourself.
The stores here, have live chicken waiting for the slaughter, once you have made your choice , you get to make more choices – very much like how you get subway ( Oh the absolute torture!! ) . The butcher asks you questions you never thought he’d ask, questions you’d never think you’d ever think to have to ever answer .
The conversation goes something like this
Butcher Person: Skin? or Skinless
Me : Skinless ( Confidently)
Butcher Person: You want Kidneys?
Me : No ( Grossed Out)
Butcher Person: Feet
Me : Eww No.. I like the ones I have on right now
Butcher Person: Liver ? ( frowning at this point )
Me : Na… you keep it ( gagging)
Butcher Person: Bones
Me : Whaaat? ( Strongly reconsidering whether I want this chicken or not)
Butcher Person : I am guessing that’s a no… Young people these days – When I was your age….. ( he then proceeded to tell me the things he did when he was my age, I am guessing he thought i was 35 or something… so that didnt quite tally)
Weeks of eating just vegetables and the green stuff had my system begging for some form of protein not found in milk alone, so for the sake of desperation I humoured the butcher person, answered all his questions, ended up with a chicken removed off alll the unnessecary accessories – and walked home, happy for my small accomplishment
It got me thinking though we are so sensitized, so far removed from things come to be, we find it weird, and strange when we don’t have things the way we are used to. Something I admire and wondering where this path is going to lead me – Whatta Life
I do hope the butcher person saved my preferences, so we won’t have this conversation again.
Here’s to Chicken and new experiences