This picture transported me back to when I was a little boy and we were celebrating Three Kings Day in my grandmother's house at San Germán, Puerto Rico. My uncle and my cousins were a little bit younger than we are today, but it feels as if it happened yesterday. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw this picture was the long hours that I had to sit down next to the pork so it didn't get burned. Those were great times! More than anything else, I think that food is a very important aspect of the Puerto Rican Society and culture, but I think that just because it has been done in a certain way for many years, doesn't mean that it can't evolve. Nowadays, most of the food that we consume is not good for our health, specially pork. This poor animals are raised in a unhealthy environment where they develop different types of illness and viruses that then go to our good. All those toxins enter our bodies making us sick and prone to developing colon problems and even cancer.
As we already know, It is very interesting to think in how the Puerto Rican culture circle around food. But, it would be nice to know how and where the pork from the picture is raised. I think that we as Puerto Rican must look for more information about the food that we eat everyday.
PD: Coors Light is a nasty beer!
Story:
To whom may it concern,
My name is Babe and I am a little piggy. I am writing this letter to let living things and thinking beings know about my story. I was born in Cayuca Farm next to la Casona Town. Many of my friends have told me that where I live is known by humans as a factory farm. Since I can remember, I have lived in the same cage with another 50 pigs just like me. W e can't really move at all because we are too close to each other and I have seen 3 of my brothers died next to me because they couldn't bear these live conditions. I know there isn't any hope for me or my friends here because once they take you, you don't come back. There have been a leak of information of what happens outside these walls and that is why I am writing this letter. We think that we are going to a better place and live a happy life, but now I know that yesterday, today, and tomorrow will be hell. I hope you realize that the life of the living being that have been cut opened like a show over the table was my brother.
Babe