I'm not too much into farm animals.

When I was about 5, I was a flower girl for my uncle's wedding. His bride lived on a farm, so after the rehearsal, we went to her parent's farm for the rehearsal dinner.

There, I learned that the beef we were eating for our meal had a name - Bossy, Bessie, I don't recall anymore. But that was it: I couldn't eat any more once I found out they butchered and ate their own stock.

Since then, I make sure not to make any personal connection to my food!!!
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