The story of Splotch
The current issue of New York Mag includes a piece following a pig from its birth at Flying Pigs Farm in Washington County to a plate at a restaurant in Manhattan. Writes Michael Idov: "I also know, as does even the most avowed carnivore, that any once-sentient creature's life deserves more than a one-word summation. And yet, I can only report what I found to be true in my one and only experience in genuine farm-to-table eating. Forgive me for saying so, but Splotch was delicious."
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I'm all about sustainable meat, eating local, and humane treatment of an animal, but why must the pig have a NAME?
We could have just called him Wilbur, waited for Charlotte to show up with her web and called it a day...
... said Leah the Nosher on Dec 16, 2010 at 7:33 PM | link