This last week I roasted a whole chicken. Today I cooked bone-in pork chops. But I have issues with meat with bones. I guess I had a pretty nice childhood and didn't have to deal with meat on bones. I don't really know how to eat the meat off. I am picky about fat and connective tissues. I fully realize the meat comes from animals and actually have no problem preparing it (taking the guts out of the turkey or chicken) but I just still find the bones messy. Rhianna felt a little the same way as she looked at her chicken this week. So we had a discussion at dinner about where the food comes from, that the drumstick is the chicken's leg, and the meat is the muscle, etc, etc.
So the next morning as I helped Rand get dressed he kept asking, "Do we have meat? Is this part of me meat? Is this meat? Is this meat?" as he pointed to his arms, legs, belly, ears...And then he said, "We need to go hunting soon and kill some animals. I think we will need some bows and arrows and guns." This kid says some funny stuff.