Schillervogel

Alnatura has recently opened up beside me.  Everything there is organic, except possibly for the man in the funny hat doing the greeting at the grand opening, who seemed nice but might well have been synthetic.

I thought this would mean I'd start eating healthily.  Which, given my limited cooking skills and suspicion of misshapen vegetables, means I thought I'd put chickens that had had happier and less drug-addled existences into my fajitas and curries.  Realistically, I'm not going to go into a butcher's and use my clumsy German to utter the names of body parts I wouldn't dare mention elsewhere, so until now I was left with only the suspiciously cheap bits of particularly well-endowed three-breasted birds stocked by Netto.

But it turns out that funding the sort of lavish lifestyles and thorough educations that Alnatura birds have presumably had doesn't make me feel any better.

I do intend to ponder animal rights and ethical eating issues one day, but preferably at a point in my life when I live near a mid-priced organic store.