The Crone’s lunch today is a salad featuring tomatoes and basil from her own garden. Gretel, naturally, refuses to eat any of it, on the grounds that the produce came out of the yard and has probably had bugs all over it. The Crone wonders where she thinks supermarket tomatoes come from?
Which reminds the Crone of a conversation they once had about lamb chops. Gretal was appalled to think of the Crone chomping down on something which had once been so white and woolly.
“Well you eat chicken” retorted the Crone ” I don’t see what the difference is” ” I only eat the wings” replied Gretel, defensively.
Presumably she imagines fields full of chickens hopping from place to place, a bandaid covering the spot where their wings used to be.