A hankering for meat

A hankering for meat

While I don’t have the same existential conflict as the British food writer Nigel Stanger, I do agree with him that meat is very, very good.

I want to give up eating meat. I have long been uncomfortable with the idea of killing something just so I can have it on my plate. To take the life of a living thing just because I fancy a bit of its body, grilled and sizzling for my tea, seems just plain wrong. What is worse, I don’t even believe that we really have the right do that anyway.

I eat meat because I like it. No, scratch that. I eat meat because I love it. I like the feel of it in my hand, the way my carving knife slices through the raw flesh, the smell of it crackling and spitting in the oven. I love the way the fat crisps and the flesh stays pink and bloody, the way the juices dribble out when I carve it, the way the Yorkshire pudding soaks up the beefy gravy from my plate.

My love of roast pork and its crackling, and of the potatoes that roast in its juices, of a glossy, sticky sausage at breakfast or a grilled lamb cutlet in my fingers, always gets the upper hand.

Like I wrote above, I don’t have any problem with the killing of animals for food. That’s the way God made us and the way it’s been for thousands of years. (Cf. Fr. George Rutler’s response to Christian vegetarians and subsequent response to objectors)

But I do agree that animal flesh is darn tasty, which is why I belong to PETA … People Eating Tasty Animals. I’ve signed up for lifetime membership too.

Oh, and Stanger is right about the Yorkshire pudding too. Mmmm.

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Domenico Bettinelli