Abby AllingComment

Why I Just Broke Up with Meat

Abby AllingComment
Why I Just Broke Up with Meat

It's been an on again off again relationship for most of my life. From getting a dollar for every piece of shot I found in my dinner growing up, to realizing that the chickens living in the backyard were basically mutants. Hearing the chickens thud against the house from my bedroom after having their heads axed off and running down the slope in the backyard also didn't help. Neither did seeing hares "marinate" in their own skins over the dryer. Once I went into the freezer hoping to find a popsicle when I discovered a whole beaver, road kill my dad found on the side of the road. Why do I need to mention that it was a whole beaver? Because the next day I found half a beaver. And later a bear, that was caught using the beaver as bait. 

I've had the luxury of only eating meat that's been pre butchered since I moved to Seattle, and it's been greatly appreciated. No blood leaking down into the vegetable drawer in the fridge, no feathers clogging the sink. No beavers in the freezer. So basically living in a palace. 

This most recent decision is because I was faced with a reality I didn't want to know anything about. So we know the situation with the chickens is bad. In the United States alone 8 billion chickens are consumed a year. They're raised in weird conditions that were not meant for any living creature, mutated to grow super fast in all the wrong places, and over all are not having a great time. But it's not like I was personally doing this to a chicken. So, while I didn't like it, I did like 2 for one sales, and being able to pick up my birds already plucked and cleaned at the store. 

One day I decided to roast a chicken, as one does. It's super easy, really good, and I loved being able to make stock with the bones afterwards. I unwrapped my chicken, rinsed it off, patted her dry, and reached in to remove the gizzards. There were no gizzards. What I pulled out was the full neck and head of the chicken, puffy, bald, and moist, after marinating in it's own cavity for god knows how long. Looking into those bloated little eyes I was faced with a reality I was trying so hard to ignore. So yeah, I'm done with meat for awhile. And eggs and dairy because may as well. 

I've done this before, so not totally sure how long this will last. But for now, any favorite vegan resources you'd recommend? Let me know in the comments!