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Putting the pet into pet food

Just finished re-reading Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser. Apart from the fact that fast food is pretty rank  and my kids are never eating hamburger again (yeah, I know the book is old and the fast food chains have now got the processing giants by the short and curlies re safety/ hygiene/ not putting brain and spinal cord in hamburger patties anymore yada yada whatever, they're still not eating them ever again), what really surprised me was that every time I picked the book up and saw the picture of McDonalds-esque fries on the cover I had cravings for a Quarter Pounder with Cheese.

What's that all about? It's not like I worship at the shrine of Ronald McDonald, I usually go maybe a couple of times a year at most. I've managed to resist those glittering Golden Arches so far, but possibly only due to the fact that I can't eat in public at the moment due to it being Ramadan and don't fancy the idea of the Drive-Thru.

Oh yeah, and feeding dead dogs and cats to cattle (apparently they don't do this anymore) and also putting them in pet food? Euuww. That is insane. Does anyone know if manufacturers are still putting the pet into pet food? (Might explain why my cats act so strange, if that is still the case).


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