Thought I'd share a story about my Dad. He was a little kid during the depression, and although they always had enough to eat, food was food. He had some ducks that he thought were his pets, when it came time to butcher them, he threw a big fit and said he would not eat his ducks!!! A little later he got caught in the kitchen stuffing his face with duck meat! His Dad made him come to the table and eat it with everybody else and admit it tasted pretty good. He was not damaged for life, and this was always a funny family memory!