Chicken Pot Pie Gets Personal and Political in The Vegetarian’s Guide to Eating Meat
Photos courtesy of Greystone Books Ltd., Heather Kresge Photography
The Vegetarian’s Guide to Eating Meat opens in a slaughterhouse.
In a breathtaking whirl of blades and bones and blood, the … crew descended on the body, to create from a whole dead steer a pile of component parts: two longs slabs of side body for processing into butcher cuts; hooves and horns and hard parts for grinding; liver and heart and tongue for offal; skinned skull on a meat hook, to be boiled later for head cheese.
This scene takes place at Black Earth Meats in Wisconsin, where former vegetarian Marissa Landrigan has come to witness slaughter and its aftermath. In unflinching, clear-eyed prose, Landrigan describes the whole process, ending the passage with the question that will drive the whole book: “How the hell did I get here?”
To answer this question, Landrigan begins by returning to childhood. She recounts the clamor of full-scale pasta making sessions with three generations of her Italian American family. In the simplest sense, The Vegetarian’s Guide to Eating Meat is a food memoir. But as Landrigan moves through the chronology of her relationship to eating and cooking meat, she tackles the big questions inherent to looking closely at our food: where does it come from? What are the consequences of our choices? What does it mean to eat ethically?
Landrigan writes that she always felt out of place in the kitchen as a child. Lacking the seemingly natural culinary abilities of women in her family, she was quick to retreat to her hiding place under the kitchen table. In college, she becomes a vegetarian after an encounter with a sobering PETA film on factory farming. Throughout her early twenties, as she moves from upstate New York to Washington, D.C. to Montana following jobs and a boyfriend, she subsists mainly on microwaved meat substitutes and vegetarian pot pies. Then she ends up in California and begins to learn that the produce and meat free products she’d thought of as “safe” come at a high human and environmental cost.
As Landrigan becomes aware of the hazardous conditions and abysmal pay that largely unprotected migrant and immigrant farmworkers are subjected to, the moral high ground of her dietary choices begins to crumble. She also learns that many of the organic brands she’s come to rely on are owned by parent companies that operate the feedlots and industrial slaughterhouses she was trying to avoid in the first place. This knowledge leaves her with a powerful desire to find a better way to eat.