Yes, I would do the same...somewhat like vegetarians and vegans who eat animals killed by motor vehicles (aka roadkill). Which I have a little trouble stomaching but it totally makes sense. Also keeps raptors and other critters from getting killed themselves while feasting on the sides or middles of the road. I diverge!
Food waste makes me very sad and frustrated. When somebody tells me, they ordered a “burger“ and couldn’t finish it I think of the poor animal it was made from... a waste of a life not to mention a waste of food that somebody else could have used to sustain their own life.
Yes! This is another reason I have flexibility built into my vegetarianism. One of the places I am most likely to eat meat is at events. Like I went to a "climate wine tasting" and only ate the vegetarian appetizers when they were passed around, but then we sat down for the tasting itself and all six, with and without meat, were on my plate, and I knew it would just go in the trash if I left them, so I ate them.
Yes, I would do the same...somewhat like vegetarians and vegans who eat animals killed by motor vehicles (aka roadkill). Which I have a little trouble stomaching but it totally makes sense. Also keeps raptors and other critters from getting killed themselves while feasting on the sides or middles of the road. I diverge!
Food waste makes me very sad and frustrated. When somebody tells me, they ordered a “burger“ and couldn’t finish it I think of the poor animal it was made from... a waste of a life not to mention a waste of food that somebody else could have used to sustain their own life.
Yes! This is another reason I have flexibility built into my vegetarianism. One of the places I am most likely to eat meat is at events. Like I went to a "climate wine tasting" and only ate the vegetarian appetizers when they were passed around, but then we sat down for the tasting itself and all six, with and without meat, were on my plate, and I knew it would just go in the trash if I left them, so I ate them.
I am thinking of this poem:
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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