Well, not really. I mean, sure -- as Brokelyn points out, it's a little unsettling that the Goat Spit Summer Throwdown in Brooklyn Heights this Saturday has as its main course "baby billy goats grilled up and served on toast." But let's not be all knee-jerky like those soon-to-be-slaughtered kids. Lots of animals are eaten when they're young -- take lamb, for instance. Or veal. Or oysters, most of which are quite young when they're harvested or consumed.
Look, I hate to point it out, but there's a reason we eat some animals young; they're more tender than they are when they age. Think about it. What sounds more appetizing: lamb, or mutton? No, what's turning Brokelyn's stomach isn't the menu, but rather the unsavvy terminology it employs. If the act of cooking is (to paraphrase Michael Pollan paraphrasing a host of others) about imposing culture on nature, then this entree description is about as uncultured as it gets. Let's face it; no one wants to eat "baby" anything, especially when it's got a verb like "grilled" tacked onto it. Next item on the menu: sauteed embyonic birds. Thanks, but no thanks -- I'll stick to the scrambled eggs.
But back to the case at hand: Mexicans and Argentines skirt the child-eating issue by falling back on the diminutive form of the word for goat, turning it into cabrito. I'm not suggesting that we devise a new linguistic system here, but maybe the Goat Spit folks want to try something a little less transgressive. How about "kid," which is what baby goat is called by most everybody else? And by the way, did you know that when goats give birth, it's called "kidding"? No joke. See, isn't it getting easier already? I don't know about you, but I just got my appetite back.