I don’t know if I can eat something “cute” if I knew it when it was still alive. Zooey, you wouldn’t . . would you?
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Well, I have…I come from a long line of hunters & farmers. The rule is, never name anything edible.
But I have to tell you, I have eaten named poultry a good many times, at least…Of course, I don’t like birds anyway, which may be part of it.’
But I cannot tell you how many wee creatures I have eaten in my Granma’s Stew. She would get it cooking, without the meat, and when Granpa got in from the woods, he would cut up the

cute and the

uncute little critters into the boiling pot…
Mind you, I never had to do any of the butchering…That might make the difference. But I was in school several years, before I realized that there were people who

thought all the deer were “Bambi”. (Bambi, Schmambi. They’re darn tasty, and I’m having some!)