(Not such a terrible bit of the world as I had always assumed, btw. London should promote the joys of Clerkenwell at one end and Archway at the other ... obviously most of the place sucks, for the standard reasons.)
Never tasted "grey," but then I have a relevant chicken-related anecdote featuring a condemned street in Oxford and a curry, so I may be more with you on this one than it seems.
I also agree with the conscience-salving thing. My conclusion is that I should strangle a fowl, gut a deer, bonk a fish on the head and shoot a stun-bolt through the brain of a cow, a goat and a sheep before I die. Possibly sooner than that. I remember school biology: the main thing about the rats were (a) the smell of fomaldehyde and (b) the fact that I wouldn't want to eat one.
But I'm basically with Hugh F-W on this.
The Islingtonian thing? Well, I'm forced to live in your rotten City. It's all very well to say "I will only consume the most cosseted fowl available," but unfortunately Sainsbury's supplies me with godawful tasteless battery chicken sandwiches (typically I have no cooking facilities for five days of the week) and that's what I get. Sometimes at 50% off. In passing, and in comparison, I should point out that vegetarians get ripped off. Given the 10/1 ratio, and even given the cost of production and distribution etc, one would assume that a decent vegetarian sandwich would be about half the price.
I blame supply and demand, but it would take too long to go into either...
... anyhoo, I don't see the problem.
Find the best possible meat at the best possible price. Naturally, these two things fight against eachother. That's what ethical judgement is all about.
I only eat savagely tortured cross-bred mutant miserable chicken grown with intentionally broken legs and a clipped beak inside a monstrous cage when I can't find the proper stuff for 50p more.
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Date: 2012-01-28 01:51 am (UTC)(Not such a terrible bit of the world as I had always assumed, btw. London should promote the joys of Clerkenwell at one end and Archway at the other ... obviously most of the place sucks, for the standard reasons.)
Never tasted "grey," but then I have a relevant chicken-related anecdote featuring a condemned street in Oxford and a curry, so I may be more with you on this one than it seems.
I also agree with the conscience-salving thing. My conclusion is that I should strangle a fowl, gut a deer, bonk a fish on the head and shoot a stun-bolt through the brain of a cow, a goat and a sheep before I die. Possibly sooner than that. I remember school biology: the main thing about the rats were (a) the smell of fomaldehyde and (b) the fact that I wouldn't want to eat one.
But I'm basically with Hugh F-W on this.
The Islingtonian thing? Well, I'm forced to live in your rotten City. It's all very well to say "I will only consume the most cosseted fowl available," but unfortunately Sainsbury's supplies me with godawful tasteless battery chicken sandwiches (typically I have no cooking facilities for five days of the week) and that's what I get. Sometimes at 50% off. In passing, and in comparison, I should point out that vegetarians get ripped off. Given the 10/1 ratio, and even given the cost of production and distribution etc, one would assume that a decent vegetarian sandwich would be about half the price.
I blame supply and demand, but it would take too long to go into either...
... anyhoo, I don't see the problem.
Find the best possible meat at the best possible price. Naturally, these two things fight against eachother. That's what ethical judgement is all about.
I only eat savagely tortured cross-bred mutant miserable chicken grown with intentionally broken legs and a clipped beak inside a monstrous cage when I can't find the proper stuff for 50p more.
Happy?