“I called him ‘the lonely pig,’ ” says the young woman selling meat, eggs and greens from the Queens County Farm & Museum at the Union Square Market on this (finally) warm and sunny Friday.

“Isn’t it weird to be selling the meat of a pig you knew,” I ask, caught in the age-old uneasiness that comes from accepting that the delicious meat on my plate came, no doubt, from an adorable animal.

“Well, I love meat, and I’d rather know what he ate; the apples, the corn, and that he had a good life,” she adds.

I feel the same as I squeeze part of his shoulder into my bag. And the question now is what to stew him with? 

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