Goodbye to the all-American burger - and animal cruelty
Ill say this right away: I love cheeseburgers.
Eating a cheeseburger is like biting into a savory storybook of textures, tastes and time-told traditional American cuisine. It starts with the gentle poke of sunflower seeds on a shiny golden bun of Midwestern grain. Next, it proceeds to the oozy kick of fire engine-red Pennsylvanian ketchup and daisy-yellow mustard.
Then there are the sweet, sun-soaked Arizona tomatoes, the crisp crunch of verdant Californian lettuce and the gooey opiate of melted orange Wisconsin cheddar.
Finally, theres the savory, char-fired brown innards of a Colorado steer raised by hard-working American cowboys who killed the noble animal after its long life of robust grazing on the steppes of the Oregon Trail.
Eating a cheeseburger is like listening to Bruce Springsteen on the Fourth of July its triumphant, overpowering and delicious.
And I have chosen to never eat another one again.
It was a hard to choice to make, and I question my decision every time I pass a Five Guys or a Steak and Shake. But I must resist the temptation, and heres why: the burger I imagined does not exist.
Those cows raised for beef werent brought up by hard-working cowboys on a ranch like in the movies.
They spent their lives standing with thousands of other cows in a Concentrated Animal Feeding Operation (CAFO) covered in their own feces, being fed corn and antibiotics from a trough (arent cows supposed to eat grass?). They developed stomach infections from their diets and habitat, and their testicles and horns were cut off without pain relief before slaughter.
Then their meat was blended with the flesh of a hundred other cows before it appeared on your plate.
This is old news for many of us who have seen Food, Inc. and know the stories of factory farms hidden somewhere in the West doing unspeakably cruel things to animals in order to supply our insatiable demand for meat at nearly every meal.
Yet most of us decide to do nothing about it. I was like that, too until one day I decided I didnt want to be a part of that system anymore.
Many meat-eaters think vegetarians are tree-hugging louts deficient in patriotism and testosterone. But can the typical U.S. meat-eater call himself a manly American simply because he heads to the supermarket and picks up the flesh of animals raised in terrible conditions like a CAFO or an industrial slaughterhouse?
They may be animals, but so are we and eating them the way we do now reduces us to soulless, flesh-devouring machines.
Im a 21-year-old, 80-mile-a-week collegiate cross-country and track runner who lives off beans and spinach and who can crank out a mean set of pull-ups after a 16-mile-long run before eating a big plate of vegan sausage patties for breakfast.
According to a recent Telegraph article, even Bruce Springsteen keeps a mostly vegetarian diet along with Carrie Underwood, Usher and Arian Foster, an all-pro running back for the Houston Texans.
Reducing your consumption of meat a little bit can make a big difference in shrinking the pressure to perpetrate animal cruelty. You can also choose to buy grass-fed, humanely-raised burgers whenever possible, or eat veggie meat. Most of the newer stuff today actually tastes great!
While I do miss the taste of cheeseburgers at times, I have found other ways to make sure I still get all the protein I need and enjoy every bite along the way. Ive said my farewell to the burger. Maybe you can, too.
David Roza is a summer intern with the Hillsboro Tribune and its sister paper, the News-Times in Forest Grove. He is a rising senior at Haverford University in Pennsylvania.
Add a comment