You really don’t know what the reaction of a young one is gonna be.
Her experience is vastly different from Arlo’s.
She’s a farm-raised girl who has seen a couple of restaurants.
Right on. It’s like when I took my daughter to a fancy restaurant and she ordered steak, and not well done either. Makes you proud.
Arlo did well. Be true to them if you want them to be true to you.
That reaction says two things. Firstly, Mary-Lou and Gene are raising her well, helping her to understand hard facts and think about them for herself. And secondly – she’s a typical kid (bloodthirsty little devils, each and every one).
Will today’s strip raise the ire of the PETA SJWs?
Nice touch with the hat.
Meat, it’s what’s for dinner!
You better have something to trade if you’re ever going to get that hat back. :o)
Me too, Meg, me too.
Was it her lamb I wonder?
My parents raised rabbits for meat. Our brood stock were pets. The ones we were going to eat were not treated as pets. My niece once told my mom that she liked rabbits. You could play with them as babies, then eat them as adults. We did NOT name the ones we were going to eat. (did you know rabbits can be vicious? Their hind claws can dig furrows into your arm/body/leg and their teeth can bite thru a fingernail down to the bone?)
My grandfather raised cows as sort of a hobby. Ever so often we would get a quarter of a beef for processing cost. I’m afraid that while I was growing up, the cows seemed to be a little nervous around me. It could be the fact that I was looking over the fence with a knife and a fork in my hands.
And, I hated that uppity lamb anyway.
Curious response from Arlo, considering lamb is supposed to be his favorite.
Mmmm, lamb and real mint jelly. Us humans are omnivores and that includes meat. Meg knows what is good…
Arby’s used to call one of their gyros/gyri lamb. They changed the name to Greek. I imagine the idea of eating a sweet little lamb didn’t sit well with some.
(It still tastes just as good.)
At first I took it as Arlo assuming that Meg (or any child) would find lamb very unpleasant tasting, maybe downright “icky”. I never had lamb growing up, as my mother detested it and talked about how awful it was (her mother loved nothing better than a good “leg of lamb”, which is no doubt why my mother hated it, having to eat it so frequently when growing up). Once I was out on my own, I discovered lamb and realized that I really liked it. In fact, I had roast lamb for Easter dinner last Sunday, and some lamb Shepherd’s Pie at dinner last night.
Meg is so real.
I raise a couple of steers every year for the freezer. They get names, we take a few pictures, but they are always livestock— raised to be food. We know what our beef ate, that it didn’t have hormones, and no crowded feedlot conditions. We put close to 800 lbs beef in the freezer. I also hunt and fish. I clean and process everything I kill. My kids know where meat comes from!