And it was delicious. But think about it – is it right? Some little lamb gave up its life – baaaahhhh – for my dinner. And it was a great chop, medium rare, lightly seasoned. With some pesto mashed potatoes. God that was good.

But I’ll probably die of some horrible cardio disease because I ate that fatty (and young, and delicious) cut of meat. In my next life I’ll come back as a dandelion out in some sunny field, and a lamb will come along and chomp off my head. He’ll just be jogging along happily, as lambs do, and he’ll bite my dandelion top right off. Serves me right, eating some innocent lamb for my dinner.

I’d probably be better off eating bean curds and roots and small mushrooms, sipping warm green tea. I should probably be gently petting lambs, not eating them.

But really, it was tasty.