LOL! Yeah, uh, no. No judgment for others - I accept that it's my personal issue. And I have no idea why it bothers me so much. I can eat boneless chicken without a problem, but make me gnaw the meat off a chicken leg with the bone in it? Nope. I just can't do it. Seeing that roasted turkey carcass on the Thanksgiving table, and watching my Dad carve it apart with great pride just about killed me. Understand, I am not vegan or whatever - I'm definitely a carnivore. I just don't want to know that the animal I'm eating had bones that held its body upright at one point. Kill it, take the bones out, grind it up, or at least cut the head off, and cook it while I set the table for you.
Dave
(P.S. Having given it a lot of thought just now, I think it comes back to when I was eight years old and we lived on a suburban farm. We had chickens and rabbits that I took care of, and fed twice a day. They quickly became my adopted pets. When we moved to town, I was told they'd been given away to the neighbors. A month or so later, at the dinner table, the main course was something I'd never seen before. I asked my sister what kind of meat it was. With a stone-cold face, she said, "This is probably Charlie." I freaked out and ran from the table screaming. Charlie was my favorite rabbit. Childhood Trauma in the First Degree.)