A couple of days ago Doc Brown and I went out for pizza on a mommy/son date. As we began to eat Doc asked me where pepperoni comes from.
Friday, December 26, 2008
"Um, I think it comes from pigs."
"Mommy, how does the farmer get the pepperoni out of the pig?"
Silence. I stopped chewing. Now here's my dilemma: do I give my son and those dining around us a graphic description of how that yummy piece of pepperoni made it from Babe to Doc's pizza? Or do I lie and say "I don't know"?
Here's the best response I could come up with: "Well, honey, I've never actually seen a farmer get pepperoni from a pig." What my answer lacked in information more than made up for in truth because (thank God) I really never have seen a slaughterhouse before.
I thought I was in the clear when Doc got quiet for a few moments (I should have known better).
"You know what, Mommy? Maybe pigs have the same things that cows have that squirt out the milk. And maybe there's a special one for pepperoni."
If this was supposed to be a teaching moment then I failed because instead of going into the finer points of the livestock process from farm to grocery store I said...
"Boy, would that be something?"
I'm hoping he never asks me where hot dogs come from.