Ashoka the 2nd

Meals on Heels..

 In Tamil Nadu, Sunday means non-vegetarian. As all the families prepare non-veg on this day, the morning air is filled with 90% chicken gravy and 10% oxygen. It’s smell will lift up your spirit and send you for hunting the prey.

          So week starts from Sunday in my house as well. That’s when we swallow a goat or chicken and are reborn to face the ordeals of the following week. While all days are marked for leftovers, Sundays bring back the original. Planning of menu starts before 1 or 2 days. Sometimes while swallowing on this Sunday, we plan for next Sunday! Having descended from an orthodox family of devouring meat on Sundays, the mood sets in Saturday itself. Depending on the zealotry or obsession, I select the prey and menu, either chicken or mutton, Chicken leg piece or Mutton leg piece, Chicken tikka or Mutton chukka. Occasionally crab walks in or fish is caught. I go to my regular shop as he gives preference over other craving men. Like good citizens, we too talk about the goodness in vegetarian food and the deleterious impact of broilers. In the case of Fish, its freshness will lift your mood. In Chicken, the fragility and texture will please you. In mutton, One must select its body parts tastefully. Here I have a regret that we don’t have much choice like Chinese who thrive on anaconda, octopus and whatnot. It is always heartening to watch your food walk and squeak. With a lot of guilt I point my finger towards the quarry. I always pray to its soul to scold me but not spoil the taste. It keeps eating up my conscience till it reaches the tongue. The moment it is brought, festive atmosphere will set in. The most annoying part is waiting for its crispy and spicy completion. Of course I don’t dance around the fire like a cannibal but scroll, sit and wander around the house like a pregnant woman. The aroma draws us towards the kitchen like Jerry towards the cheese. The whole family will be on the table expecting the roasted families. When fish, chicken, crabs, eggs and mutton are served on the table, I can’t control my sob. Trust me, this is the reason why people tell you to love animals.

         One thing I want to ascertain you is that we are not the descendants of Vampires or Drakulas.

             Save Plants! Eat animals!!

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