On moose and men

Oh, another event of note that took place over the weekend - I had meat for the first time in over two years. Well, intentionally anyway, one never really knows when eating food others have prepared...
My aversion to eating meat doesn't really have much to do with objecting to humans killing animals for food. Other animals kill animals for food, it's the way things always have been. One could discuss that we've progressed and should 'rise above it' but I just don't think that's entirely the way to go. Also not the way our metabolism works! My objection is with mass production. Yes yes, maybe inevitable with the rising number of inhabitants on our planet but I don't care. I'm not currently willing to eat off another living being that has spent most of its life standing on a concrete floor in a steel crate in a stable, even if it's only for half the year, where they can barely lie down and just stand there, fenced in. And that's cattle, I'd say they're treated rather well compared to pigs and chickens in farms. Not to mention what they get in their feed, yuck.

So, I'm not eating meat unless I know it's had a decent life. This moose I had some off, for example, lived a perfectly happy life until it was shot, unsuspecting, by L's boyfriend V. Getting shot is a pretty good way to die I think, beats illness and lying in a retirement home unable to walk or eat on your own for years... I got a bit squicked, you can't cook wild game through entirely so the meat was red and there was a bit of blood on it, but there was plenty of gravy and jelly to sop it off and it tasted quite good. And no upheaval from my stomach either!! I'm guessing it loved the all-natural iron content. I'm popping Iron supplements like they're going out of style, but I don't actually trust the wonder that is supplements too much... I only take that one because well, being aenemic sucks, hopefully more than any side effects of taking supplements. I'm also trying out fish oil at the moment. I've read quite a lot about it and I'm really taking it hoping that my eczema which always plays up during winter will get better. Oh the wonder of self-diagnosis!!