A whole vegetarian fed free range chicken was hauled crosstown by me and butchered down to the last bone into 2 meals and a snack. After eating and about to store some of the rest of the MEAT I dropped my fork full of brown rice and... Eek! A large slab of leftover breast resembled a dead rodent! I shuddered. I then remembered all the judgment and complete lack of positive encouragement I received from animal activists recently and revisited my inner world of morbid carnivore guilt. May I just say that a good person struggling with a drug problem or meat eating or whatever and writing about it is much better press for the cause of vegetarianism than the entirely converted. I have room for redemption.
