the only reasons I can think of are ultimately selfish ones (i.e. it tastes really good and I'm weak).
I don't think I subscribe to the whole "meat is murder" thing (for instance, if I needed to eat meat in order to survive, I'd do so) but I guess I'm feeling increasingly uncomfortable about the whole process.
I dunno. I blame my daughter - she keeps asking where chicken comes from.
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