You know, I actually agree with this whole ceremony thing. People have stopped giving sincere thanks for the food that’s on their table. This is the original reason for the blessing before a meal. Native Americans thank the gods for providing them with food and thank the animals for allowing themselves to be slow enough (or whatever) to be killed. This is common in many, many cultures. So, I agree with what Jake and Jan did, but I’m not sure I’d take to such an extreme.

We see Jake give a hearty jerk and hear what was kind of gross as I think about it – a lot of bones cracking and breaking. And then, what made Jan (and surely many other people) really have a rough time was how she had to hold the chicken as it jerked its last minute muscle twitches of death.

I think all meat-eaters should have to kill their food before they eat. I think we’d have more vegetarians. Plus, there would be far less suffering in the animal kingdom since animals who are bred purely to be eaten are treated horribly.

“… blend in baking soda and stir until mixture is light and foamy. Then you pour these onto…”

Jan adds Lucky’s head and Lucky’s feet to her pet cemetery, all the while crying and just carrying on (as Clay would say). “I’ll put it right here so they can be friends. Of course, they might think I’m crazy but that’s ok.” And then I think I heard her say, “And tomorrow, if the god-damned monkey eats more of our food, then you’ll have a nice monkey head for company.”

Back to the chicken. It’s cooked now. Ted says, “Man! Lucky really tastes good.”