This is my daughter’s latest obsession. She wants to know where everything on her plate comes from. Yesterday for example:
Mummy, where do these (broccoli) come from?
They grow in the garden
Mummy, where do carrots come from?
They grow in the ground.
Mummy, where do potatoes come from?
They grow in the ground as well
Where does beef come from?
It comes from cows.
No, it doesn’t mummy, milk comes from cows.
I don’t think I’m quite ready to tell her that they’re fattened up, transported to an abattoir, stunned with a rubber bullet, have their necks slit, then carved up, packaged and we then buy it from Sainsbury’s.
So my response:
Yes sweetie, you’re right! Silly mummy!
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All children go through a phase like that and as farmers grnasons the boys know all about how and where meat comes from. They are very matter of fact about it all, which is more than I am. They know all about ckickens, hens, eggs and chicks too.
My nieces grew up on a farm and it still astounds me some of the stuff that they have seen!
Wait until she says, “Why?” eleventy twelve times.
Nothing puts me off my dinner faster than an indepth discussion as to the origins of meat.. which bit of the cow is this mummy, can it still walk around without that bit, does it hurt the cow when they cut it off. This chicken was it from near the chickens real heart…… whats in a sausage ARRRGH