1.0Bulles de bonheurhttps://bullesbygundula.com/en/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content"><a href="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/eating-habits/">Eating habits</a></blockquote> <script type='text/javascript'> <!--//--><![CDATA[//><!-- /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";var e=!1,n=!1;if(l.querySelector)if(d.addEventListener)e=!0;if(d.wp=d.wp||{},!d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage)if(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if(t)if(t.secret||t.message||t.value)if(!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var r,i,a,s=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),n=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),c=0;c<n.length;c++)n[c].style.display="none";for(c=0;c<s.length;c++)if(r=s[c],e.source===r.contentWindow){if(r.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message){if(1e3<(a=parseInt(t.value,10)))a=1e3;else if(~~a<200)a=200;r.height=a}if("link"===t.message)if(i=l.createElement("a"),a=l.createElement("a"),i.href=r.getAttribute("src"),a.href=t.value,o.test(a.protocol))if(a.host===i.host)if(l.activeElement===r)d.top.location.href=t.value}}},e)d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",t,!1),d.addEventListener("load",t,!1);function t(){if(!n){n=!0;for(var e,t,r=-1!==navigator.appVersion.indexOf("MSIE 10"),i=!!navigator.userAgent.match(/Trident.*rv:11\./),a=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),s=0;s<a.length;s++){if(!(e=a[s]).getAttribute("data-secret"))t=Math.random().toString(36).substr(2,10),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t);if(r||i)(t=e.cloneNode(!0)).removeAttribute("security"),e.parentNode.replaceChild(t,e)}}}}(window,document); //--><!]]> </script><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://bullesbygundula.com/en/eating-habits/embed/" width="600" height="338" title="“Eating habits” — Bulles de bonheur" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe>A bubble written by a loyal reader following the ‘edible’ bubble My father was a butcher in a small provincial town. As a child, I used to go with him on his visits to the town’s abattoir and to see the farmers. I loved this time that I spent with him, and I remember one particular day when we were transporting a pig that managed to jump out of the lorry and escape into the corn fields. It was hilarious to watch my father and his assistant try and catch the animal whose instinct for survival had him running for dear life! I’m a vegetarian now. Is it to make amends for the past? Perhaps. But more likely because I listened to the people who told me that in the future the world won’t have the resources for the kind of intensive breeding needed, and if we eat cows, rabbits and sheep, why don’t we eat cats and dogs… What about you? When have you carried on doing something without questioning its relevance in today’s world because that is just how it has always been done?http://bullesbygundula.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/cochon.jpg