What’s for Dinner?

I’ll never forget the day I was watching a sesame street episode which explored “where dinner comes from.” They were talking about “dinner” while surrounded by adorable animals at a farm!  Horrified, I ran to the kitchen and said, “Mom what’s for dinner?”  and she said “Chicken.”  I felt a lump in my throat.  “What do you mean, Chicken?”  She wouldn’t look at me. “We eat Chickens?!?”  She nodded, still cutting up ‘dinner.’  “Meat comes from animals,” she explained quietly – I could tell that it hurt her deeply to tell me.  My eyes were burning.  “We…we…eat….animals?”  I asked, incredulous.  She nodded – she still wouldn’t look at me.  “What about when you eat a hamburger?”  I asked.  “Cows,”  she answered, still looking down.  Ugh, it was like a blow to the gut.  I couldn’t believe it!  The tears were streaming now.  “What…what…what about Hot Dogs?!!”  I was relieved to find out they weren’t dogs.  But the poor pigs!  Truly, I’ve never been the same.

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