Attack of the Clones

I remember my mother’s predictable queasy reaction to cracking a rare double yolk egg into a sizzling cast iron frying pan. Although her expression is one that I have not seen in a long time, mother’s discomfort with these rare hatchings still etch-a-sketches in my memory banks.

A burgeoning term up for public consumption makes my stomach revolt every time I dare think about it. The unsavory term is.......cloned food. The FDA has deemed this food process healthy but it touches me spiritually like a body of Christ communion at a Planet of the Apes convention. I refuse to digest the science and slaughter of it all. I can see it now. A butcher’s sign will advertise BABY LAMB $8.99 per pound. The fine print will read like something out of a petri dish: "A meat substitute artificially flavored farm raised cloned food."

I need a new improved barf bag made of 100% recycled products right about now.