Money Where Your Mouth Is

Today my mother called. She is planning to order 100 or more chicks soon. The idea is that she'll get folks to invest in her chickens and then we'll all help slaughter in the spring. Each person will come away with a whole bird, according to how much he or she invested. It is a good idea, but I shuttered at the thought of slaughtering chickens. She told me that she'll have the men deal with the actual killing, but I'd have to boil and pluck somewhere along the way. I'm ordinarily kind of a feminist, but in this instance viva la difference!

My viceral reaction made me think long and hard about my position on Eat Local. It doesn't get any more local than raising, slaughtering and preparing your own birds. But to actually do it?!? I don't know if I can. Eat Local Sarah was disgusted with Squeamish Sarah. "How can you talk about real food if you aren't willing to put forth the effort to actually do it?" If I cannot pluck my own chicken, then I need to be a vegetarian.