Ask Tom, Answer Gansie
breathing fish: From a sentence in your recent review – fish so fresh it was breathing when it hit the table. I’m no vegetarian, or member of PETA, but that’s just wrong. It’s morally wrong. While I do believe in animals being a source of food, as higher-intelligent beings aware of concepts like pain and suffering, I think we’re ethically bound to dispatch our food as quickly and as humanely as possible. I don’t care if it is your job to experience all types of culture and cuisine, sometimes a line should be drawn. Sometimes you should refuse. I’m disgusted. And the fish wasn’t breathing, it was struggling as it suffocated. Really disgusted.
Tom Sietsema: Sorry to offend you, reader. But that’s the way the food was offered up to me in the Chinese restaurant. The fish had been “stunned” by a quick dip in boiling water before being brought to the table.
I’m curious if others were/are offended by such?
Disgusted? : Nope, not a bit. While I agree animals we consume should be treated humanely and raised in an eco manner, I don’t think you can always pursue that in your current capacity nor do I believe you should have to. If you -personally- were offended you should have left. Since you weren’t you did the right thing and reported things as they happened. Kudos.
gansie: Now I think most people are pretty desensitized to the whole eating crazy shit trend, with popular shows such as No Reservations, Bizarre Foods and Man v. Food. But my whole issue is: why do people care so much about what other people do, eating or otherwise. Gay rights? Abortion? Veganism? Why does it matter if Britt wants to cook a loving, albeit limited, dinner for his boyfriend?
But then I hear myself say obnoxious things like: “No! Stop! DON’T PUT MARGARINE IN THE MASHED POTATOES!” My brother nearly dropped the entire plastic container in the pot just out of fear and shock. Everyone else over for Thanksgiving dinner looked at me in horror. I ran over to SAG, ensured him there was butter, and handed him a stick. Why was I screaming? Why was I judging? My brother didn’t even realize the devil that is margarine, the chemical concoction posing as a creamy spread suitable for toast and mashed potatoes.
And then at dinner a few night later, I scoffed at my family for wanting to order a tomato mozzarella salad for dinner. In winter. “I don’t eat tomatoes out of season,” I declared. Am I just trying to save my families’ arteries? Save the world of needless carbon energy? Or am a I big, fat, judging snob as bad as those people out there with signs featuring an aborted fetus?