HB, my grandmother raised chickens when I was growing up for our Sunday dinner. I had one very special little chick that followed me everywhere I went. Well, the little chick grew up & guess who had the "honor" of killing & cleaning it for dinner? You got it, ME!
"Treat everyone with politeness,even those who are rude to you - not because they are nice, but because you are."
Crewsk, I'm one of those people who just don't want to know how that chicken, beef or pork got to my table. I had a cow 'pet' at my stable who's name was Moo. One day I was eating dinner there...and I guess you know what happened. I couldn't eat beef for a year.
Oh Jan, you poor sweet thang I have no problem with the way something gets to my kitchen as long as I don't have to kill it, clean it, or butcher it! "Oh, I'm sorry about your pet calf! Isn't this great veal?" or "Crewsk, it's too bad about you losing your pet, but don't you think brined chicken is better tasting than non-brined?"