One man's meat is another man's poison, as they say, though I have never really had qualms about my own fondness for flesh in its many and varied forms.
But just as you should never say never, there recently dawned a day when that little voice in my head became more strident, saying as it has, over the years: "Why do animals have to suffer just to satisfy my taste buds?"
Then, there was that other voice in my stomach saying, "Hey, feed me something with a little less grease."
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