Close Encounters of the Meaty Kind

Today I was hungry and stumbled upon what I thought was a veggie burger ready for my consumption (don't mind the source). It looked awfully convincing, but the patty edges were a little squared off, making it remarkably cylindrical. Fake meat, right? Smell test: inconclusive. I hadn't had my nose that close to cooked hamburger meat in so long I started to convince myself it smelled fake. Dissection revealed a texture that may or may not have been that of beef, but the wee bit of pink tipped me toward the meat direction (it was mostly brown and grey). I broke the tiniest bit off to taste it, thinking for some reason my taste for meat hadn't atrophied in a half decade. Taste test result: no effing clue. I don't know what hamburger even tastes like anymore. I gave it to an omnivore else who just threw it away. To quote him, "you've already deemed it unfit for your own consumption, so why should I eat it?"

Good question. Can I apply that argument to meat products that I have deemed unfit for my consumption categorically?