[kirklancaster]

Ever since I can remember, I have had a rather weird habit when eating.

As a child, if eating an apple, I used to bite into then hold it up in the light and study it (I still do) - especially sunlight when it caught the flesh of the fruit and made it sparkle with a myriad tiny diamonds. I thought of all the goodness nature had put into that fruit and it seemed to always enhance my enjoyment of it.

I do the same thing with other fruit and vegetables.

At mealtimes, I used to study all the ingredients on the brown sauce bottle label and my imagination was set on fire as I noted such exotic constituents such as; molasses, dates, and tamarinds (whatever they were) and to me, just that splash of sauce was a veritable feast of tropical goodness.

It came to me this morning while enjoying breakfast, that I NEVER perform this ritual with meat.

I love my meat, but I have come to the conclusion that for all these years, I have suppressed all thoughts of just what meat really is and just where it comes from, because if I did think about it, I may just no longer feel comfortable eating it, and I am now wondering if I do the same unconscious trick with other subjects which I do not want to think about.

Just rambling.