Luxor4u

Call Us By Our True Names.....
The last time you ordered me for dinner,
you forgot my true name.
I am not a wonton.
Call me by my true name.
I am a pig.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a nugget.
Call me by my true name.
I am a chicken.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a burger.
Call me by my true name.
I am a cow.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not a fillet.
Call me by my true name.
I am a fish.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
I am not foie gras.
Call me by my true name.
I am a goose.
I was killed unhappily,
even if you eat me happily.
The next time you order me for dinner,
please call me by my true name... if you can...
which I hope you will not... anymore.


Thich Nhat Hanh
 

Annthopomorphism. Pigs and chiclens don't write poetry. Mind you, If they did the quality might be better.

This is what 22 kilos of Pig looks like, bought overland on ancient secret trade routes, more expensive than saffron or even marijuana.
3 kilos are already in brine, where would an Englishman be without a good 'fry-up for breakfast ?
Then off to discover the rest of the unknown World, black-pudding sadly lacking....

“therefore would I rather be a swineherd on Amager, and be understood by the swine than a poet, and misunderstood by men.”

Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855), Danish existentialist.
'danish bacon...mmmmmm
PS: his name was Nigel, if your that interested............

I think I'll call my next pig/sheep/chicken "Jewel".