“Quick, get me into counseling!”
Do people truly not know where food comes from?
‘Fraid so.
The woman has conniptions because she finds a chicken foot among the chicken breasts. The other woman has to get her kid into counseling because he saw a worm in a corn cob.
I admit I probably couldn’t kill and eat an animal I knew personally. But I buy meat in the supermarket and I know where it comes from. When my mother was a girl, they had chickens and when they wanted one for dinner, Grandpa would grab one and cut off its head. Her memories of that were quite vivid; and so, I thought when I was little, were her descriptions. So I grew up kind of soft-hearted.
But there’s a difference between soft-hearted and soft-headed. When some collidge stodent says, “Food just is!”, you know you’re dealing with someone who is farther removed from reality than is good for her.