I used to be a vegetarian. A year or so before I met Brent I started eating meat again, but I didn't really know how to cook it. And generally found raw meat bloody disgusting to the point of not being able to eat it if I had to look at or smell it for very long before it was cooked. Now, I am learning. I've touched raw chicken and not fallen over dead. I have yet to be comfortable touching raw beef, so when we have meatballs he touches the meat. The boys call my ground beef browned and put in sauce "mini meatballs" which we find hilarious. Easiest meatballs in history.
Anyways, I have been trying to get healthier with the recipies I attempt, which means that when I make soup I need a carcass for soup stock. I tell you, it is a long way from vegetarian to chicken carcass in a pot! But now I can do it. I have been trying to get closer to the origins of things, including my food: if I can't get closer to its origin I at least try to imagine where it came from and whose actions brought it to me. If I know its journey I can be intentional about my choices. Apples over oranges, since apples grow 500 km away and oranges grow 3000 km away. You know? Not that I never buy oranges, but I try to be intentional.
But the thing about this chicken carcass thing is that it is more difficult to ignore that my meat comes from an animal. I think this is good! But it is hard for me. I don't care about the darn chicken's feelings; I just find it rather gross to see bones and ligaments and strips of fat and stuff. More than once when I have made my soup from scratch I've found a vertibra in my bowl. When I pick the meat off the bones I have to get in there and dig with my fingers: there is no way to daintily deal with the meat with two forks or a fork and a knife, like I do when slicing chicken breasts! It is good to get closer to the origin of my food, and I definately save money and feel healthier when I get a whole chicken and manage 4 meals out of it AND a pot of soup! I have also discovered that chicken and RICE soup is a ton easier than chicken and homemade NOODLES soup, though considerably less popular with the tots. Can I call Ayden a tot? He's almost six. He's cute as a tater tot. Does that count?
Anyways, being faced with the bones of my chicken carcass is making me grow as a person. That is what I wanted to say. :)