Eating out these days is rather tricky, and while we had family visiting we ate out every day for a week. I found it quite uncomfortable at times; my mum has always been very strict about table manners and being fussy, and it has stuck. I am not a fussy eater by any means, but when you have principles about where your food is coming from and how it has been treated, it is very hard to come across any other way.
At home I choose to only eat meat that we have raised or that has come from an environment where I know the animal has had a good life and been treated well at all stages. Here in Canada that pretty much means nothing from the supermarket or most restaurants.
Of course one night we had to take them to my favourite – The Branch Restaurant in Kemptville, where I know I can choose anything from the menu. I love the Branch not just for their principles, but also because they do REALLY good food, have a great friendly atmosphere and serve Waupoos cider!
It just so happened that the night we went in they had Tim Hus a Canadian Cowboy performing, and I promptly fell in love with the bull fiddle! Great entertainment coupled with a large bowl of mussels and a couple of glasses of cider, really does it get any better?
Our holiday though was in two parts and the second part was a 10 day trip back to England visiting my side of the family. My mum is a wonderful cook, now I am quite sure that most people think that about their own mum’s cooking, but mine really is the best! She is also a very considerate hostess and so of course asked us what we would like to eat. This left me feeling a little awkward, so I did my best to explain to her my preferences.
I do not feel that it is my place to dictate other people’s decisions or lifestyles, if they choose to support the industry then that is on their conscience. If we go to someone’s house for dinner and they have served chicken soup (as my Grandma did) I will eat and refrain from commenting. But in the situation where mum was cooking what we choose, if I had asked for chicken then that purchase would be my responsibility and in effect be me supporting that industry.
Mum appreciated and respected my views, and liked my non-pushy approach. Fortunately in England you can buy free-range chicken from the grocery store and know that it really is free range (unlike over here). Needless to say we had a wonderful break with a lot of very good and guilt free food.
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