I eat animals because I love animals. I love everything about them. The way they taste, the way they smell when they’re grilled. Even the way they look at me on my plate, all sizzly and saucy-eyed. Every time I see bacon, I feel like the pig fairy has visited me with a gift. A gift that is sliced from her back, smoked and cured with honey. It’s like Mardi Gras in my mouth, with less puke.
