You ever wonder which came first, the chicken or the egg?
I don’t. I wonder which one was eaten first, the chicken or the egg. Did someone see a chicken and say, “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take that bird that can’t fly over there, remove all of its feathers, deep fry it and eat it.” Or did they see the egg and say, “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take that white thing that came out of the rear of that bird over there, crack it open and and scramble it up on a stove and eat it.”
Have you ever really thought about that? Not only do we eat the unborn version of the chicken (though technically it’s not fertilized, but did the first people to eat it know that?), but even if an egg gets “past” us and “makes” it, we’ll just eat it when it’s an adult. It’s a lose-lose situation (but win-win for us – “Mmm, chicken”).
It’s kind of like cows and milk. Did someone see a cow and say, “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take that massive animal over there, skin it, grill its various muscles and fat and eat it.” Or did they see the milk and say, “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take away those silly babies around their mother, grab one of those udders, and drink from it.”
We milk a cow for all it’s worth, and then decide we’ll just eat the whole thing. It’s kind of a raw deal if you think about it.
Luckily someone came to their senses before it was too late. Someone saw a pig and said, “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take that filthy animal over there, cut it into strips, fry it and eat it” and not “You know what’s probably going to be delicious? Let’s take what that filthy animal just “dropped” in the yard…