you are no hamburger helper

note to readers: don't recount all the details to a vegetarian about the "delicious" pulled pork you're cooking, the "succulent" leg of lamb you're roasting, or the" juicy" steak you recently chowed down on. ew. ick. blech. that mound of flesh on your plate used to be a cute little furry/feathery/swimmy little animal who frolicked around the farm all happy and golucky or was kept in a cage/pen/enclosed area until his dream of being a grandfather four-legged friend came to a halt so that you could eat your antibiotic/hormone-filled dinner. trust me, your comments are not appreciative. plus, i'll retaliate and tell you all about the great sweet potato burritos i munched on. so please keep your animal-eating details to yourself. thanks and peace out.