Don’t worry everyone, I haven’t gone completely off my rocker yet. But I really want to. I just finished reading a great article about urban and suburban dwellers raising chickens! It was run in the New York Times a couple days ago, and it really has me wanting to give it a try. Fortunately for our neighbors, we have no yard, so no place to keep them.
I read this just a couple days after another New York Times article about how “cage-free” eggs aren’t what you think they are, and it really makes me want to get off the mass produced food roller coaster ride. I take such pride in my cooking, that I have a really hard time using ingredients that are, to me, morally questionable. I want to know that the milk I drink and the eggs I eat come from reasonably happy and healthy animals.
Although, I must admit, I am a bit scared that if I do at some point start raising chickens that they will end up on the dinner table. My hubby’s first response to the urban chicken article was that he could slaughter them for me! He really misses meat sometimes, but is pretty committed to not eating factory farm meat. I respect this, but could I, the girl who has been a vegetarian since I was 10, really cook up Mr. and Mrs. Feathers?