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    The Darndest Things: Where Vegetarans Come From (Redux)

    October 14, 2010 by Brandy Vencel

    Actually, I should call this post “Where Animal Rights Activists Come From,” but you get the general idea. My first post is here, for those of you just joining us.

    A little background to one of these recent stories: at our garage sale on Saturday, I was attempting to sell a very pricey item: a vintage, Jackie O.-style real fur and lamb’s wool leopard coat. It is an item I inherited it from a very wealthy old woman who happened to take to Si and to me (no relation). (If you want to buy a coat, let me know!)

    Daughter A. was horrified when she realized my jacket was made from an animal.

    A few days later, she brought me a colorful towel. She eyed it suspiciously, and then she eyed me suspiciously.

    “Mom? A giraffe had to die to make this towel?”

    Did I already mention that I had to explain that no goldfish were harmed in the making of goldfish crackers?

    Ahem.

    Yesterday evening, she got a little more confrontational. I was getting chicken out, and she was sitting on one of my new barstools and she gave me The Look.

    Little did I realize that purchasing bar stools means that, hypothetically, all four children can glare at me at one time.

    I knew I was in trouble, being that I was handling meat and all.

    “Mom.”

    It was a statement, not a question.

    “A.” I looked her in the eye. I am still in charge, right?

    “What is that?”

    I sighed. “Chicken.”

    She sat there for a very, very long time. I seriously thought the conversation was over.

    And then she glared at me.

    “I would have saved that chicken, Mom!”

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    4 Comments

  • Reply Brandy Afterthoughts October 20, 2010 at 3:26 pm

    From MacDonald, I’ve only read At the Back of the North Wind and The Princess and the Goblin. Sounds like I need to put this suggestion of yours on my list! 🙂

  • Reply Kelly October 16, 2010 at 7:20 pm

    Have you read George MacDonald’s “The Lost Princess”? There’s a scene in there I think you’d appreciate.

  • Reply Brandy Afterthoughts October 14, 2010 at 8:56 pm

    I wish the two of them could meet. Of course, he might make her cry.

    For the record, she still eats meat. (We’ll see how long that lasts.)

    A little update: today while I was taking E. to the orthodontist, she told her great grandparents they should stop eating chicken!

  • Reply Mystie October 14, 2010 at 7:10 pm

    I thought of you on Saturday when, served up a plate of ribs and pulled pork at my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner, Jaeger held the rib with both hands and relished a bite, getting sauce all over his face, then asked, eyes flashing with delight, “Mom! What kind of animal is this?” He *loves* eating meat off a bone. “Was it a milk cow or meat cow?” (which is what they want to know whenever they see cows along the freeway) he wanted to know, then corrected himself, “It must have been a meat cow because it had meat.”

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