This is true. Most people do not associate the steak on their plate with something that once had a face. I do, and it doesn't bother me. But then, I'm a country girl who knew (and knows!) plenty of farmers, and who used to go deer hunting. I've been inside a deer processing plant, and watched Mr. Blakeman hack up Bambi for the hunters. It never bothered me, and to this day, if given a chance, I'll still watch with interest.
I also used to help my dad dress and skin squirrel and rabbits that we would be eating later on. Then we'd give what we didn't use to the dog, who absolutely loved it.
