As a child, I ate at New York delis, and enjoyed it. Like many people, I came to see a six-inch tall corn beef sandwich as the quintessential Jewish food. Eating that sandwich felt Jewish. Indeed, most Jews eat meat. Some eat copious amounts of it.
Yet, while I continue to like the smell of meat on the grill or a pot of beef cholent, I have come to reconsider the meat on my fork, based on a gap that I sense between Jewish ethics and meat production.