Oh sure, everyone knows about vegetarians "I don't eat anything with a face, I don't eat anything with a mother" but is anyone talking about anti-vegatarian eating????
Sigh.
So we have two plants. Gussie & Sam. They are very sweet, and we bought them back in October. Our babies. I talk to them occasionally. Then I got Phil, and Polly. So now we have 4. Phil, Gussie & Sam seem happy, Polly's been sick since I got her. I wanted to return her but realize that if I did, it was akin to bringing a dog to the pound. So Polly, although wasting, is at least loved.
Then came Basil. No, literally, BASIL. Doug bought a basil plant. Last week.
Apparantly we are to pluck the leaves off Basil and EAT HIM.
I can't. I just can't. It feels too mean.
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He is a sick sick man! You can't eat BASIL. I mean, you can eat Basil but not BASIL.
Now - on a similiar note - I eat tomatos. We grow them, they get water and sun then we pluck them and eat them. But they live outside. I have not yet personified them. They are grown for the purpose of eating.
Hmmm - a tecnicality here. If you can't eat BASIL because he is an indoor plant and I eat tomatos because they are outside - is that like eating an outdoor cat? A pet? No it can't be because the cats come and live inside to. THe tomato stays outside until I decide he's worthy to come inside. The I rip his head of and watch him get bright red then I eat him! Or worse yet - Julia, the 4 year old - she's the murdered. She takes them to thier death at any time. Red, Orange, Green - doesn't matter. So the tomato sits there - basking in the sun, loving life, bright green and smooth - think's he's safe and...BAM she rips him to his death!
Now that I have given it thought...I like Basil with my tomoto salads. Can I come over?
OK so what is wrong with the sick plant? I could help out I think. I have a ton of plants and I am pretty good with them What type of plant is the sick one?
I've accepted that I'm a hypocrite when it comes to eating meat: I need to think of it as originating in plastic and styrofoam. I mean, I love a cheeseburger as much as the next gal, but if I think too hard about its origins, I can't do it. Perhaps its easier b/c I have a notrious black thumb - try as I might all of my botanical friends croak within weeks of making my acquaintaince - if I had to nourish myself only from things I hand-cultivated, I'd starve to death in no time.
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