I am a carnivore.
I eat meat.
On Saturday I oversaw a dinner for 200+ people and we served 12 hams, and afterwards, I got to take one home. This morning, I was stripping meat off the bones for an omelet and I got this visceral connection to the animal-ness of the process. I was holding a leg, a joint, a bone of a once-living animal in my hand and I was eating it's flesh. It was a strange and primal moment.
And I loved it.
And yes, the omelet was delicious.
Of course, these kind are good too.
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