Watching "It's Not Easy Being Green" on YT. There's a real feeling of a battle for control there between Ma and Pa Strawbridge. And a real problem of aesthetics -- what could be uglier than that aqueduct, the janky windmills, or more uncomfortable to use than a.) the pet pigs and b.) the outhouse, miles from your bed -- all ringed and overlooked by lots of near neighbors with much more suburban gardens. Life seems colder and smellier and damper and more hideous than necessary, as if he were sticking it to the hippie wife, a problem Angel seems to have solved by being the one in charge.
I still crave and eat meat, though far from every day. But I couldn't kill and eat pigs or geese I'd raised. I could break down a butchered pig or goose reasonably well and happily do charcuterie, but eating somebody I know would not be possible. I felt for her and skipped those episodes. Everyone I know who signals virtue by raising their own meat names them Thanksgiving and Christmas. Except for the wit who called them Chicharron and Chitlins. Haha.
I still crave and eat meat, though far from every day. But I couldn't kill and eat pigs or geese I'd raised. I could break down a butchered pig or goose reasonably well and happily do charcuterie, but eating somebody I know would not be possible. I felt for her and skipped those episodes. Everyone I know who signals virtue by raising their own meat names them Thanksgiving and Christmas. Except for the wit who called them Chicharron and Chitlins. Haha.