Who honestly goes and identifies rotting carcasses just before lunch? Eeerrr.... me that's who. I remember someone telling me to view it as just "food". Yeah, right. I don't how you
prepare your food but I don't usually take my meat rancid, thankyouverymuch. The smell was enough to make me turn vegetarian, which is actually something that I've been seriously considering lately. I've already cut down on red meat and am only eating chicken and fish (besides the usual greenies, of course). It may not seem like much but then again, I come from a home where it's not uncommon to find pork's head happily roasting away on the stove and my dad yelling, "Who wants the pig's ear? Who wants the pig's ear? Because there are only two of them, ya know."
When I was growing up, my favourite dish was pig's blood pudding. Yummy. It was like red jello but saltier. And then one day, I found out what the main ingredient was (my sis told me with an evil gleam in her eye when I was happily tucking in). I couldn't eat it anymore, much to my mom's annoyance (and my sister's glee).
But anyway, back to rotting carcasses. It was for work, for a good cause. Despite messing around with rancid meat late this morning, I feel rather rejuvenated after a long spiel of work fatigue. What am I doing? Where are my efforts going into? Am I making a difference?
I think I am.