I have vegan friends. Likely some of you are vegan. Don’t take this post personally, it is about a select few individuals that I do not feel represent the whole vegan community. Deal?
I love animals–all kinds of animals. I have cats, dogs, chickens, and in about a month I will have bees. I have had rabbits, turtles, lizards, and horses.[1]
My folks have had all kinds of animals: goats, pigs, you name it. My dad bred Rat Terrier feists for a while; they were some great American cur dogs.[2] One of my dear friends currently breeds Champion Pomeranians. No kidding–Westminster champs. She offered me one of her last litter (it wasn’t the “right” color) but I couldn’t bring myself to take her. “Next year,” I said. Good thing I refused. I might be getting, um, saddled with an unwanted Great Dane puppy. I mean, unwanted by the current owner–of course. I have always wanted a Dane.
It’s always one extreme or t’other with me, i’n’t it?
So are we clear that I love animals?
I also eat them.
But I am pretty careful about what I eat. In “Power Hungry” I wrote about grains. Now, I’m going to write about animal foodstuffs.
I’m a witch. My religious practices focus on the earth and her bounty, her denizens, her cycles, her mysteries. I reckon you are too and that yours do to. That’s why the issue of consumption comes back to me so often. In our kindred, we make all attempts to be “conscientious consumers” whatever that means to each and their moral code—so long as there is *thought* involved. As much as I’d like to be a leader in this area, there is one tribe-member that always has something to teach me.[3] And I admit that sometimes I trade off the “Harm None” of Wiccan practice for Heathen pragmatism. I’m thoughtful, but I’m not idealist. I would like to homestead in an Earthship-style home before I turn 50—which is still a good way off. And I like to talk about the promise of our “Heathen Compound” upon which we all flirt with living “off the grid” in sustainable harmony with the planet. We can dream, can’t we? In the meantime, I have to do things that keep my family fed, keep my bills paid, and still manage to keep my soul intact.
But as much as I am a thoughtful consumer (as best as I am educated to be), I still manage to draw criticism from a number of close vegan friends.
About a week ago, my friend posted something on social media about her food choices as a vegan and cited my pet chickens’ eggs as an acceptable deviation from her no-animal-foods diet. Mostly, she was writing about the evils of dairy—so I’m not sure how I got dragged into the conversation. A few months back she came over for breakfast and I served buckwheat pancakes and offered *real* maple syrup and Amish butter from a local farmer.[4] She told me about her love of cows in a childhood story that reminded me a bit of Silence of the Lambs—but with cows.
And I get it.[5]
This week, I sent her this video. It’s delightful. Click it. You should watch. You will smile.
Later in the online conversation, other mutual vegan friends chided her for “cheating” with my eggs and butter. One said something to the effect of, “I would never allow my plate to focus on an animal product.” And I’m totally cool with that. But I didn’t like the tenor of the rest of the conversation. “Meat is death,” and so forth. A lot of, “How dare you”s. It got real ugly real fast is all I’m saying.
Of course I chimed in, citing the plight of quinoa-less Peruvians (in fairness, here is PETA’s response–I think there’s something in between), similar issues surrounding cocoa and Acai, unfair trade in the coffee world,[6] GMOs and Monsanto’s practices, and the simple truth that processed grains are terrible for the human gut. (PS–I’m not that kind of doctor. Research your own diet. Make your own ethical choices.) I said that my human brethren and sisteren and the maintenance of their cultures was as important to me as animals are. Non-vegan “likes” abounded.
In the end, it came down to economics. “If I could afford to, I would only buy local . . . would grow a large garden. . .” yadda-yadda. I get that too. Sometimes it seems like organic is out of reach. But that turns out to really only be true if you try to (have no choice but to) find it at large chain stores. But I’m not talking about organic. Shoot, the way some “organic” farms circumvent regulations is, well, disappointing–we’ll go with disappointing. Things may not be as I represent them in your shopping area–and I get that too–but I just wanted to share with you some of the options I’ve discovered. That way if you are, like I was, looking for some better options, you might find something useful here.
First the bad news.[7] Corporate farms are gross—even the vegetable ones. I find that they are terrible for the environment, they are cruel to the animals, and they provide a sub-par product to the consumer. My husband worked for a food manufacturer and told me some horror-stories that made me never want to buy a mass-butchered turkey ever again. My cousin runs[8] a poultry farm in North Alabama. Y’all know how that goes, right? Even “cage-free’ poultry and eggs fail the humane test, in my opinion. Have a look at this slideshow (graphic) if you want to know more. I won’t post pictures here.
The good news is that there are prolly more options than you think.
See if your town or a neighboring town allows backyard chickens.[9] Fortunately for me, I live in an area where chickens are allowed. Every week, I end up with a massive surplus of eggs and I beg friends to come by and nab some. I tote a few dozen to work, I send them home with magic students, I send them down to neighbors, I make pleas on Facebook, “Who will relieve me of these eggs!?” And still, I have too many for my family to ever consume. See if you have such a neighbor. S/he might want to trade or get paid a little—or might even like a shiny toy for the chickens or a batch of cookies in return once in a while. General protocol is BYO egg carton. But everyone I know with healthy backyard chickens has too many eggs and is willing to part with them.
See if you have an ag-based school in the area. They generally have a poultry division and will be a source of eggs, but they might also be a good source of meat if you are so inclined. I drove past some pasture-grazing cows this morning that may end up on my plate sometime soon. Yes, yes. They have to be slaughtered between the pasture and my plate—and I get it if that runs contrary to your ethic. But I’m OK with it as long as they lived well and died humanely.[10] I’m pretty sure they have antibiotics in their system, but that’s a fine trade-off for me. They have pork, beef, chicken, and crazy amounts of sausages[11] for when I don’t feel like making my own and casings (ew) for when I do. But the thing is, I know how the animals lived—I see them as I run errands.[12] For some that might make eating meat harder—for me it becomes less problematic.
My mom lives across the street from a taxidermist.[13] There are a lot of people who hunt and send the carcass off to be processed—not everyone owns the tools for the job. As part of the payment, some taxidermists and meat processors retain a portion of the deer or whatever and sell it to local consumers. I live too far for that to be a viable source of meat, but many of my neighbors are hunters and have no problem sharing. Ever see a hunter’s freezer? It’s akin to my egg basket. You might live near one. Give that a try.
Now that my refrigerator-farmer is no longer a source for Amish butter, I have had to shop around for grass-fed products. The best I can do for now is Irish butter.[14] If I want ghee these days, I have to clarify it myself. But it’s not hard. And it might seem incredibly expensive, but it’s really not. If I go to, say, a giant box store I can get bulk butter at about $2.35/lb. At my local grocer, grass-fed Irish butter is $3.20/lb. It’s more, but not much more unless I plan on making cookies. Then it’s the raw sugar that will break the bank.
And milk? Dang, it costs more than gas these days. Grass-fed pasteurized milk in my area only costs about 75¢ more per gallon than mass-market milk. Plus, because it’s whole and un-homogenized I get delicious cream off the top—if I could only find a spoon that fits the opening.
And, of course, there’s honey. I’m never sure where things like honey and yeast fall on the vegan spectrum. I mean, honey is an animal product and yeast is alive. As I understand it, there are some vegans (particularly of various religious sects) that don’t eat root vegetables because it kills the plant itself.[15] So—to each his/her own judgment, I suppose. As for honey, I live in an area overrun with beekeepers and, therefore, local honey options.[16]
There’s my meat-eater’s soap-box. Next time maybe I’ll give you my two-cents on animal welfare and catch-neuter-release. Or, you know–not.
Hope you are enjoying your weekend!
[1] The last horse I had met with a lightning storm that left her with a crushed nasal cavity and Sweeney Shoulder. We saved her beautiful face but the shoulder injury was beyond repair. So she was put out to pasture with a wonderful new owner where she was allowed to tote around tiny riders, to swim in the pond (her favorite), to teach “ground” lessons, and to brood. She just threw her first foal and–damn she’s cute. And my old grey mare? Best mama eveh.
[2] Really, curs get a bad name–they are terrifically talented and loyal dogs. I have a Catahoula cur myself. She’s as sweet as can be–‘lessen you mess with one of her people. Then.
[3] From the bottom of my heart (and tummy), I love the things you teach me Daughter RavynStar.
[4] He’s got this groovy “honor box” refrigerator where he leaves raw milk, cream, and homemade butter from his cows–one of which is named “Renee.” You get what you want and leave whatever payment you see fit in a tray he provides. Some people leave cash, others leave traded items. He avoids government control this way and provides a useful service to a community starved for sustainable options. I’ve never heard of anyone getting “bad” dairy from this guy. He’s since stopped trading–I’m not sure why.
[5] Between 1998-ish and 2007, I was a vegetarian if not vegan. Grad school and single-parenting (while my husband lived over a thousand miles away) kicked my arse and I caved to the allure of easy food. Yes, I went from wholesome to um, not, in one fell swoop. It took me four years to rebound, but slow and steady wins the race, no? In our house we called corporate farming “tortured food.” The kids still do from time to time. My daughter, off at college and at the mercy of commissary meals, says her only food choices are “so tortured” whenever she’s vying for a bank deposit. Fortunately, she has a kitchen in her dorm and can balance her enforced meal-plan with what she considers “real food.”
[6] I’m fortunate to have a dear friend who roasts coffee for a living. She buys only fair-trade beans from farmers she knows on a first-name basis. I love to hear her talk about it. I don’t understand her half the time, but her coffee is damn fine.
[7] I’ve mentioned teaching Sustainability for a few years a few years back, right? In our unit about farming and food, I showed my students The Meatrix www.themeatrix.com and had them play the “McDonalds” video game. www.mcvideogame.com You should look.
[8] ran? I don’t even know. My mom won’t talk about it anymore.
[9] backyardchickens. com is a great resource for finding these things out.
[10] This is a reason we will not have meat cows on our dream compound. There is no way to kill a large animal like that humanely with the tools we intend to have. We may have to develop a taste for goat.
Plus, since I no longer eat legumes (beans, peas, peanuts, soy—therefore tofu), I need protein from somewhere. Spinach, seeds, and nuts only go so far—and even almonds are a problem for me. Seitan is made from wheat gluten—sigh.
[11] Every once in a while the sausage-guy will even make real Boudin. I’m on the list of people he calls.
[12] The tradeoff is that the butchers are students—some cuts ain’t as purdy as they could be.
[13] Her dogs bring all kinds of weird and often unidentifiable stuff home.
[14] Ireland has grass. The tradeoff is the fuel spent to get it here.
[15] In non-animal-based food news, See if your neighborhood has a community garden. My vegan friend grows tons of stuff on her little-bitty balcony. It’s possible to avoid the emissions from planes, trains, and automobiles.
[16] When I have gallons of honey this summer, I’m not sure where it will all go. Presents I guess. Mead, of course. There are too many well-seasoned local folk already selling at markets and to retailers and mom-n-pop shops for me to hope to toe-in. I’m doing it for the joy of it and the responsibility I feel we have to the honey bee, not the profit—so that’s OK by me. Plus the much needed pollination. The tradeoff is, you know, bees.
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