My Violent Dinner

Yesterday evening I put a large pot of water on to boil. As I gazed upon the dour countenance of the wild Canadian lobster gurgling in my sink, I listened to a horrible story on NPR about a kosher slaughterhouse in Iowa. Secret PETA-cam had captured footage of rabbis ripping out cows' tracheas while the cows are still alive, struggling to stay on their feet. And other grisly cruelties.

When I went to dispatch the lobster, it tried to grab the side of the pot on the way in, a final assertion of ancient instinct.

So I commenced weeping. This added an uncommonly maudlin note to the sauce, which was excellent. I'm no PETA nerd, but if I personally had to kill everything I ate, I'd probably feast a bit less often on things that have dour countenances. Let alone, you know, soulful eyes.

PETA report on AgriProcessors, Inc