Our regular dog walk takes us by a chicken coop on one side and a lamb enclosure just across the street. I don’t know either of the families who own these farm animals but of one thing I am sure: no chicken is ever slaughtered for a weekday meal and lamb won’t be served for Easter.
For 15 years of my life I was a strict vegetarian, abiding by some vague notions centered around animal cruelty. Then, one night, about 12 years ago, sitting at one of Suzanne Goin’s restaurants, I saw a plate of jamon serrano whizzing by and I simply had to have it. Under the astonished eyes of my friends, I devoured the entire thing without batting an eyelid. And never looked back.