Ingredience - lemm.ee

Some of my relatives have a dairy farm. One time they had to put down a young cow and had it cut for beef/veal for themselves, since it was so sudden and unplanned. They told the cow’s name, what had happened to it, what its temperament had been like. That was enough to make the eating experience weird and a bit offputting.
My aunt had a turkey named Jason that was an absolute bastard who attacked anyone who came near the house. My hatred of him made it extra delicious when we ate him for Thanksgiving.
Jason knew who his enemies were, yet could not break free of the system, shame.