WHY I DON’T EAT LAMB
22 10 2008La Fiesta Del Chivo

Once upon a time two tween cousins from Manhattan went on vacation to their parents’ native country, the Dominican Republic, as they did each year. Only one summer, their lives changed forever. After spending a long morning playing with a goat they considered a friend, they were traumatized when they learned that that very goat, which they named Pablo, will literally be their dinner.
I was one of those two little girls. My cousin and I saw and heard the poor goat be killed and made into a Sunday supper. From the animal’s squealing, to the washing and seasoning of the remains I will never forget our friend the goat. And it was that very day that my cousin and I said we will never eat lamb again. I stuck to that promise- until two weeks ago! Read the rest of this entry »
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