An elderly man lay dying in his bed when a heady aroma wafted up to his chamber. He knew the love of his life must be cooking his favorite meal. Grappling to make his way down the stairs and dragging his feeble body into the kitchen, he drew himself up and reached for a spoon. His devoted wife noticed him, shrieked as she yanked the spoon away, “What are you doing? That’s for the funeral!”
The moral of the story is, it’s all fun and games until somebody begins preparing food for your funeral before you’ve taken your last breath.
Speaking of Food
Friday, the U.K. government published the results of a study conducted by the London School of Economics and Political Science. The purpose of the analysis was to discern whether decapod crustaceans and cephalopod mollusks feel pain. Research has determined that shellfish do have a central nervous system and can indeed perceive pain. This means that in the U.K., crustaceans will be added to the Animal Welfare (Sentience) Bill.
I could have spared these scientists time and money by providing them with my hypothesis, which is based on baring witness to lobster boiled alive. Without a central nervous system, lobster would not scream and struggle to climb out of the pot. Its unmistakable shellfish suffer pain. Our species is cruel.
“My Octopus Teacher” is a Netflix documentary worth watching. Even if you don’t have time to spare for the full film, the trailer is a brilliant way to spend three minutes of your life. The cinematography illustrates the magnificence of the ocean and its creatures with breathtaking clarity. Don’t worry, it’s not a gory film of brutalized farm animals. I think we’ve all seen enough of those.
People prefer not to consider the circumstances that bring food to their plate. I’m vegan, that’s my choice. You have the freedom to eat what you want. Live and let live. I’m not your mother, but if I were you’d know my offspring are loved despite their meal preferences. We can only control our own choices and behavior.