I feel a bit boxed in over this, haha.
Oh, boy, is mama on a rampage! I guess that’s about as bad as the Vegan rampage in Paris that is threatening butcher shops by sprinkling them with fake blood and writing anti-meat graffiti on their walls! But mama’s rant is against these fanatics who think they can make the whole world be vegan.
Is the world going nuts or what?
People can eat exactly what they wish and do not have to be bullied into eating vegan fare, most of which, frankly, I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot paw. But I’m a carnivore, it’s my heritage. How many lions and tigers do you see having muesli, huh?
Hey, lighten up, vegans. Give up poached eggs and cheddar and Brie and be happy with your soy substitutes, but just don’t become violent activists against the French butchers!
Mama saw the article in The Guardian and actually starting laughing, but it’s really no laughing matter when ANY group becomes militant against others.
But if you dangle in one hand a morsel of rib-eye in front of me and in in the other a morsel of a non-gluten bran cracker, one guess as to my choice!
Still, it’s a free country, France, but if you ask me, the butchers should cleave to their vocation and stay on the cutting edge of this dilemma.
LET’S HERE IT FOR FREEDOM OF FEASTING!
Some people try to make their pets eat vegan too, and that is not good- especially for kitties, who are “obligate carnivores” – meaning they MUST have meat ! So you are off the hook.
As for violent protests at the butcher shops – I don’t know what kind of weapons vegans carry – brooms ? Sheaves of wheat ? But I would hesitate to anger someone who – as you say – cleaves to their profession. Kinda like bringing a pie to a gunfight.
Oh, you are TOOOO funny. Pie to a gunfight, indeed. HILARIOUS. Yes, good question. And where do they get the “fake” blood to spatter? Hmmmm….
We agree with you and your mama, Loulou. People should be able to eat whatever they want…and no shaming allowed!
Hey, different strokes for different folks, right? Whatever that means.
26 years ago, out of compassion for the animals, I became a vegetarian.
I feel good thinking that no living creature has to die (often in horrible fashion) for me to be fed.
This being said, I consider that those nuts who attack butcher shops are not helping their cause. Far from it.
Around me, both family and friends are fine with my vegetarism and me likewise with their meat eating. (Deep down, though, I wish they were vegetarians, but I say nothing). No proselytism
Voilà, Loulou.
Well, mama’s step daughter and all her children became vegetarians after having read Eating Animals, by Johathan Foer, which mama read, too, and was glad she did but she does not eat meat any longer except for a bite of papa’s steak–lamb is off limits and she won’t eat piggies.
I don’t care what anyone eats as it is his and her business and one might argue that if there had NOT been meat in our heritage we might still be swinging from trees. Read Harold McGee on Food and Cooking. Interesting.
LOL – I’m with you, Loulou! Though I do like my courgette, carrott and cherry tomato treats! And mama and papa rarely eat meat – unless one calls seafood meat. The “anti-meat violence” is happening in Nice, too!! But mama refuses to buy Hallal or Kosher (because of how they’re killed – barbaric) and only buys free-range chicken and eggs. But hmmmmm, I don’t think free-range is in my kibbles. Is mouse a meat? Our lips are zipped, right?
Mouse? Meat? Gopher? Meat? Lizard? Meat? Birdy? Meat? Hey, I have to widen my knowledge here. I know for sure that a fish is meat but doesn’t moo or bleat or whatever and I know for sure that there is chicken in my food, but mama buys bio chicken and turkey. Frankly, I’m not sure a turkey would make a good president. Ever hear of bird-brained? On second thought, maybe I spoke too soon.
LOL – Loulou, there is a bird brain in the white house I think. Oops mama givin me the mean look and sayin I’m insulting birds. Better watch out because I heard he likes to grab kitties. But he used another word. OK. Mama says we can not make your newsletter x-rated. Lips, zipped, encore.
Hey, x only means GET RID OF in my newsletter, as in x-pres.
Well, if you dangle a rib eye in front of us, we’re going to go for that instead of the cracker too.
It’s good to have mates.