Sublime

Our appetite is only human, but that’s just the thing: unless you’re a man, those hungry, smelly, normal human things are taboo. Somehow, as women, we’re expected to be superhuman – perfectly engineered, low-maintenance, minimalist machines for life – in exchange for the ‘privilege’ of being declared less-than by the society that spawned us.

The end result of this adventure was what I came to think of as the Perfect Meal, not because it turned out so well (though in my humble opinion it did), but because this labor- and thought-intensive dinner, enjoyed in the company of fellow foragers, gave me the opportunity, so rare in modern life, to eat in full consciousness of everything

A person might consume food or be consumed by rage. In its earliest usage, consumption always implied destruction.

but i’ve been watching from the slaughterhouse ever since you named me edible.