I realize I have a bad habit of befriending animals - especially animals slated for dinner. Being the true Jamerican that I am, while in Jamaica a while back I befriended a goat. I named the goat, I played with the goat and I thought it was the coolest thing that I found such a well behaved goat…

Fast forward about 5 hours and while we are all gathered in the living room, my grandmother announces that the curried goat is ready…uh huh. Despite this, I had no idea she meant my goat until I realized the goat was missing from the back yard (yes, I was young and naive).

To this day, I still have a hard time eating anything that once had a face and now we can add chicken to the list…I didn’t befriend the chicken per se, but after watching it get slaughtered on t.v. I’m now re-evaluating the vegetarian lifestyle.