Where Meat Comes From, It's Not Science Fiction

Prairie Gleanings

Beef, chicken, pork: it doesn't matter. I'm an equal opportunity carnivore.

Published on: February 8, 2009

I've always been a science fiction fan. Growing up, I remember a 1987 movie called "Masters of the Universe." It starred Dolph Lundgren (the Russian in "Rocky IV") as He-Man. The movie was chock full of poor acting and so-so special effects.


However, I still remember one particular scene with crystal clarity. See, the premise is, He-Man is an other-worldly strong man, with a really large sword and penchant for doing good. As the plot unravels, He-Man and his friends wind up on planet Earth.


As the alien group is acclimating themselves to our world, they stumble on a bucket of chicken, I believe it was KFC. They're all sitting around enjoying a delicious fried chicken dinner, when one of them asks why do earthlings put their food on little sticks. When they learn the food came from a chicken, they start gagging and spitting it out. How could earthlings eat animals? The audacity! (Looking back, maybe this film as co-produced by PETA.)


It made for a semi-funny scene in an 80s action movie. However, the scary thing is, a lot of today's consumers seem to be in the dark when it comes to meat production.


Last week, my wife and I were watching a reality show called "Hell's Kitchen." Chef Gordon Ramsay pits two teams of chefs against each other. Throughout the show, Ramsay constantly berates the cooks.


At the end of last week's show, they showed scenes from the next installment. Apparently, Ramsay is taking the contestants to a beef packing plant, where they will see a cow slaughtered and turned into beef. From there, he feeds them a delicious steak dinner, where everyone is gagging because they just saw that poor cow get slaughtered.


I literally shouted, "Come on!" at the television. I launched into a tirade about how chefs, at the very least, should understand where food comes from. Then, my wife asked, "Could you really watch a cow get slaughtered, then eat it?" I told her I would have no problem slaughtering it myself, grilling it, then eating it. In fact, the sense of accomplishment from doing it all on my own would probably make it even more delicious.