I grew up the daughter of a butcher. Let's just say, attempts in childhood to go vegetarian met with failure. Especially after my older sister reminded me of how delicious pork spareribs at the family's favorite bbq place were. Since we lived in a rural area my family raised a little of its own meat when I was very young. Some of my earliest childhood memories are of me "helping" my dad slaughter chickens and watching pigs up on the backyard butcher-pole. I also had uncles who hunted, so, as a kid, I got a crash course in where meat comes from. And ate it.
In present life, I paint skulls, too.
http://www.senordwall.com/BoneArtSite/La_Casa_Calavera.html
I do wonder about the morality of it a bit. The eating of meat happens in nature - which is a brutal mistress. If you know anything about what happens in fields and forests, you know it's not Disneyland out there. However, human beings do have more of a choice of whether or not we kill feeling beings in order to eat (well, those without outstanding health issues. My fiancee' must eat meat because he has this weird protein-thing that's sort of like a diabetic condition. Meat works better than other protein resources for keeping him well). I do feel guilty for eating cheap-meat, too. We're poor people who live in an apartment, so we don't have the option of all this free-range hippie stuff nor of raising our own and I worry about the conditions that typical supermarket meat goes through. Ideally, I would like to raise my own food - like my family did as a kid.
And I'd still eat meat. At least chicken. Chickens are dumb enough for me not to get too attached to them.
I kill and eat my own fish and enjoy the process as a sport-fisherperson, so I have no problem with that.
So, the short answer is "Yes, LOVE THE STUFF," but the long answer is that "I wish could be a better carnivore than I am."