Which animal would you like to come back as?
Come again? First, I don't want to come back; second, I don't believe in re-incarnation; third, fine, I'd like to come back as a cow. That's right. A cow. Not that I have a burning desire to be one, but if I were pressured into choosing an animal, it would have to be either a chimpanzee or a cow. The former because it is the creature that resembles my inner self best, and the latter because a cow possesses all the qualities I lack: patience, gentleness, tolerance and because cows are giving beings!
A few years ago I saw a cow give birth. She went about the business of bringing a calf into this world like it was just another day at the Florida State Fair. She chewed some grass and pushed. Got up, drank some water, pushed some more. Walked about, went: oh goody, more grass over there, and off she went to one corner of the pen. At some point, she ate while the legs of the calf were sticking out of her body.
Cows get extra points when it comes to utilitarian value. In some omnivorous societies, cows give their skin, their milk, their meat, their horns. In other highly carnivorous societies, like Colombia, cows give the same and then some. In Colombia nothing goes to waste; they eat cows stomach (menudo), eyes, tongue, brains, and even make superb sweets, the heart of which is the cartilage of the cow's legs (gelatina 'e pata).
I like big cows and I can not lie. I stare at, photograph and baby-talk to them. I love their protruding eyes, those eye-lashes--straight like arrows, the versatility of their nifty tail. I admire them too much to eat them.
Eating chimpanzee--the king of the anthropomorphic--would be almost cannibalism; eating a cow is pure betrayal.
So what's left for me to eat other than water and lettuce? Lobster, clams, oysters, squids, octopus...the options are endless, especially in Marseilles, France, where recently, a fisherman taught me a new meaning of the word FRESH.
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Octopus. It's what's for dinner.