Without decent antibiotics and hormones, there's no good lunch.
The farm can be fun. We feed our pets with delicious food and medicine. Animals greedily swallow whatever we throw into their trough. They never want to starve, for some incomprehensible reason they care about life. The clean, pink, membrane-free breast on your plate requires a healthy approach first. That would be injections of brine and whatever the beloved chemists might think of.
It's good that we have a pharmacy in town. Whatever kind of dirt we grow in our slaughterhouse, there will always be the right specifics to distort reality.
Well, now we are working on the institution of a pharmacy. Both graphically and mechanically. Maybe something will come of it.