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"   The big feast is fast approaching. And this year, one of my older daughters has realized that a turkey is a turkey. She first grew suspicious when we went to the Harvest Fest at Stone Barns Center for Food and Agriculture earlier this fall. As we walked towards the farm, she spied a whole pig being turned on a spit. &amp;quot;Is that really a pig?,&amp;quot; my daughter asked. &amp;quot;Oh, yes,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Mmm...delicious.&amp;quot; The skin was crackling and turning mahogany over the flames, filling the air with the mouthwatering scent of good barbecue. My daughter looked horrified and claimed that she hated eating pig. When I explained that pig is pork, she said, &amp;quot;Oh, never mind. I love pork.&amp;quot; That discussion seemed simple enough. But as we walked around the farm and saw the black Berkshire hogs romping in the woods and the Bourbon Red turkeys strutting around the pastures, I wondered whether I should so fully expose my daughter to the origins of her food. Rows of radishes? Fine. Cute little chickens? I wasn&amp;#039;t so sure. Would it be better for her to just associate meat with neatly sealed packages at the supermarket? When we sat down to lunch--barbecued pork sandwiches--my daughter asked, &amp;quot;Is this the same pig that we saw?&amp;quot; Uh, yes. She didn&amp;#039;t seem disturbed by the answer and polished off every last bite. Without fanfare, we moved on to the potato sack races and hay bale obstacle courses. I was so happy to see my little city girl experience life on a farm, to breathe the air of wide open spaces. And I&amp;#039;m so thankful to see that she&amp;#039;s made the connection between what she eats and where it comes from. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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