To eat or not to eat

J, the next-door, knocked my door and gave me a cooked chicken leg because she did not waste it. Of course accepted it because knew that it would be chucked in the bin if it was refused. And don't like refusing such thoughtfulness even though it was a leg of a battery chicken. Now we eat only free-range chicken. Don't even buy any chicken product unless it uses free-range chicken.

So, there was a minute of wondering whether to ear it or not to eat it. Didn't want to contribute to keep chickens inside disgustingly over-crowded shed all their lives. But the owner of the cooked leg had already sacrificed its life for humans, and it's a shame to chuck it in the rubbish bin just because of the place that it had spent its life.

In the end we ate the meat with fried rice for lunch. After all we didn't encourage the battery farms to go on. We didn't pay for it. And most importantly, we didn't want to disrespect the life of this poor chicken. Its meat shouldn't become rubbish, you know.