Yup, that’s right, I am now going to blog about food! Not just eating it(though that will be a nice chunk of it), but also about where it comes from, how to grow/prepare it, and whatever else I feel to be relevant at the time.
I wall also be taking requests; if you have a question, let me know so I can attempt to answer it! What brought on this decision? Why, my love of food, of course, but also the feeling that somethings just need to be said, and that the stuff that doesn’t need to be said, should be said anyway ~,~
My first entry will be about the film, Fast Food Nation. I know, old news for some, but I just got around to watching it today, and I nearly cried. It was harder to watch than I thought. We all know about migrant workers being treated like shit, but this film has no hesitations about shoving that in the viewers face. I’m frankly grateful for that, because it’s easy to forget what it’s like, and get caught up in the frenzy of “they’re here illegally”. This film reminds us that it doesn’t matter who you are, or where you’re from, someone will always take advantage of you, or try to intimidate you. Another jarring aspect of the film was the last scene. I knew what went on in a slaughter house, I even had the chance to visit one once(but had a prior obligation), but the film didn’t try to soften any edges. However, this film also made me realize that people my age are a lot dumber than I thought. Cattle evolved side by side with us, we benefit from each other. When people decided to take advantage of that, is when the problems started. One thing the film didn’t acknowledge, which I wish it had but understand that it may have detracted from the rest of the story, was that cattle are intelligent, and can be trained, if they stay in a pen, that’s all they’ll know. If a human is locked up for an extended period of time, they may not be so eager to “run free” either. Okay, if you haven’t seen it, do so, and don’t stop eating meat if the film grosses you out, just meet the people who raise and process the meat.
Gret