For those of us who can't imagine life without meat, do read on. Meat is incredible. It's versatile. It can make you happy. You can crave it. It can find itself in almost any meal. Its texture and taste can't be replicated. Traditions are built around it. And, you can screw it up. But here's a thought: a lovely, living animal gave its life for your fabulous meal. Take care not to screw it up.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to trick you into converting into a vegetarian or tell you to write a poem for little moo-cow or write to the pig's parents to tell them how their young son made a lovely sausage or say some prayer for the chicken whose head really was cut off. No, nothing kookie like that. It's a little more practical than that.
Let me write it straight-up. When you cook meat, take care. Pay attention. Don't let it burn. Don't let it dry out. Don't overcook it. You may never witness a slaughter; you may never yourself kill your own meat, but for real; an animal died so you can eat. Pay it some respect and cook it to the best of your abilities. Not only will you and your guests be happy with the results, but you might actually think for a second about the animal's moment of death and feel good about how you've done it good.