January 8, 2010

I was working at Beto's Latin Grille in San Antonio. I was a vegetarian. Because of that fact, I was always required to handle the meat. It was supposed to be funny.

One day I was cutting pork for tacos al pastor. I was cutting really fast. Too fast. I cut the tip of my finger off. It bled immediately. The blood was on some of the meat. The meat used to have its own blood. It came from a piggy. My blood now took the piggie one step closer to its life. Next I would have to give it organs and then skin to make it like it was.

I threw the entire stack of pork away. I didn't have the time nor the expertise to bring piggies back to life post-marination.