Vilcabamba region has a small farmer’s market. Some of the items, like apples, are brought-in. Some are growing locally. Greens like kale, chard; fruits like pineapple, banana, and plantain. Some are the items are chickens, either alive, or stripped of their feathers that morning who had a pretty-good life, running around, unlike hot-house chickens existing in an industrial facility.

Watch the one-minute clip from Chef Raymond Blanc on the difference in chicken:

All the farmers and sellers will say ‘sin chemical’, or label their items organic. But it is up to you to determine this. Word of mouth, but mostly intuition, is a helpful guide.

Thin vegetarians will be buying their bananas; I will reserve a post for that later. Suffice to say on the subject, while vegetarianism might be possible, vegan’ism is a less gender-specific term, a fad name, for what used to be a malady, what used to be called anorexia.  An intense self-dislike, an internal emotional problem against eating a natural diet. Vegetarianism on he other hand, might be possible here, away from the Whole Foods and Wild Oats style organic junk food stores. You best have your own couple of goats to milk though, and a dozen chickens to provide your eggs! Personally, I feel death is part of life, and we are all born with a death sentence. No one gets out alive, at least in a corporeal sense, so the only ‘sin’ is not living. Just existing, monotony; boredom. To kill an animal to eat it’s meat is part of the cycle. There are things goats eat and chickens eat, we cannot. They pre-digest foods for us, just like healthy amounts and locations of bacteria within us, do the same on a microscopic level.

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