Meat: A Big Sham?

I have ventured into new terrain: the meat section of the grocery store. However, I don't think I'll be making a trip there very often. I had no idea what to purchase. I felt like I was in the middle of a morgue; there was a chill in there air and flesh and body parts lay all around me in a relatively sanitary, sterile atmsophere. I was shocked at how expensive the meat was. I'm so used to relatively inexpensive grains, legumes, fruits and vegetables, and dairy products.

I should back up a minute and say that Himal finally started eating meat--sort of. I do not know how to cook or store meat, so I told Esposo that he should be in charge of this area. He's up to the task--my husband loves cooking. Esposo is what we've deemed an opportunistic/non-practicing meat eater. He'll eat if it's around, he might order it once in awhile if we're out, and if I'm going to be gone for awhile, he might cook some at home. But he's not a regular carnivore, and these tendencies pre-date our relationship.

When my brother was living in Budapest and I visited him, we went to his girlfriend's ancestral home in rural Hungary. There, her vegetarian mother cooked a small feast for the family, and picked at a few mushrooms while the rest of us stuffed ourselves (I was eating her chicken dish, as I can be lax with vegetarianism abroad--food offered to a guest should be eaten, as much as possible). I asked my brother's girlfriend about how one can be a vegetarian in Hungary, which seemed like such a meat-based cuisine, and she replied, "oh, she cooks meat for all of us. She just doesn't eat." Glancing at this gaunt woman who was grimacing and picking at her mushrooms, I saw this to be true.

Despite the grim portrait this scene painted in my mind, I thought I would follow her example. After I returned from Hungary, I made the Hungarian chicken dish for Esposo (who was Novio at the time), as a gesture of how highly I thought of him and how I was (symbolically) willing to make sacrifices to please him. But I think my attempt scared Esposo more than anything.

Thus, that was the one and only time I've cooked meat (other than seafood and eggs, which I will cook). Fast-forward several years, and we have a toddler in our midst, a toddler with a heart condition that makes his red blood/iron count on the low side to begin with. I started wondering if Himal was getting enough iron in his diet, as he tends to refuse almost all animal protein. Of course, I've been careful to include iron-fortified foods in his diet, but I still wondered if it was enough. I was relieved when we went to Irish Fest last weekend, and Himal chowed down on a corndog, corned beef, and a chicken strip. I thought this might be the completion of a diet that is otherwise extremely healthy. Until he got sick...along with Esposo. They have since been suffering from stomach "bugs" whereas I've been spared--was it the meat they ate?

Nevertheless, I chugged on in this terra nova--right into the meat section of a local store yesterday. But I ran into immediate confusion--looking at the nutritional information--4% of one's daily iron in this serving of chicken?! What?! When Rice Krispies have 50% ?!!! Why in the world would I spent so much money on chicken if it's not worth the nutritional bang for the buck? Sure, I could splurge on a more iron-rich meat, but what toddler really eats steak? Who dares to eat liver these days, the organ meat that stores all the pesticides the animal has eaten? This is not making sense to me...are people aware of the nutritional value of meats opposed to grains, legumes, veggies? All my life, carnivores have lectured me on the merits of eating meat...but I don't see their views bearing out on the labels.

Esposo also made the point that maybe Himal doesn't like "meat" yet, but the salty taste that imbued the hotdog, corned beef, etc that he ate at the festival. "Hm," I mused. If I remember 23 years or so back, I might be able to recall what a hotdog tastes like, but I've never had corned beef. I thought a nice transition would be to buy some "chicken strips." I baked them last night, but Himal refused to eat them.

This morning, I wondered what to do with the leftover chicken, and decided to make fried rice--a toddler staple around here. It's easy, it includes several food groups in one dish. I fried up some veggies and egges--standard for fried rice. I made the rice. I cut up the chicken...and then I remembered the Old Testament admonition about not cooking a lamb in its mother's milk. I don't know if it's the same thing or not--serving a grown hen in the same dish as an egg, but it reminded me of just how much I was venturing into unfamiliar ethics. I remember reading that verse in high school, when I was dating the son of a Lutheran pastor. I asked my then-boyfriend what the verse meant, and he said, "well, it's just obvious. It's unethical." But it raised so many questions in my mind--did that mean, according to the Bible, that animals have family bonds that should be respected? I still wonder about that verse.

I tend to respect meat eaters who have the courage to raise/hunt, and slaughter and process their own animals. I think if you're going to be a meat-eater, you should be willing to do that--otherwise, how will you have an accurate picture of what meat eating really is--if you always let someone else do the dirty work for you? If you give an animal a good life, and kill and eat it, I think that's awesome. If you go to the grocery store and pick out factory-farmed meat that has been raised in terrible conditions, that an undocumented, underpaid foreign worker has slaughtered and cleaned up for you in dangerous conditions, if all you ever see is the nicely-packaged meat without all the exploitation and sacrifice...I'm sorry, but I don't have a whole lot of respect for that food choice. I don't know how we're going to negotiate getting some meat into Himal's diet...I figured that sooner or later, he would go after it himself, and then we would do our best to supply him with good quality/humanely-raised meats from then on. Maybe he's not there yet. But this has been something of a practice run.