End of an Era

Growing up, I ate more meat than the average tiger. No, really. (Remember my previous post explaining how I was able to gum a pork chop to death before I had teeth?) My mother did her best to keep my insatiable appetite at bay, and for the most part she did (kudos!). I honestly to this day have no idea how I did not gain weight like a football player. I certainly ate like one.

I would always enjoy the fatty peices best. You know what I mean. Salty- crisp skin off of fried chicken. Bacon. Grilled pork chop fat. I lived for the fattiest, saltiest, meatiest (is that even a word? oh well, it is now) meats that I could get my skinny little hands on.

I remember returning home from high school and, deciding I needed a snack, consumed an entire one pound package of keilbasa. I should probably add that this was not after an intense workout, or even a stressful day. Oh, and this happened more than once.... by which I mean ALL OF THE TIME.


My mother has always been a bit anemic, so I just figured I was, too, and needed the protien and the iron. I never thought it was a problem, and happily continued to eat massive quantities of delicious, salty, fatty, amazing meat.

... which brings me to the point of this post. As of this year, I am going to find alternative sources of protien, iron, etc. I plan to become (gulp/ deep breathe) vegetarian.

*insert freak out here*

While this was never even in close to being a possibility at any point in my past, it is now reality. I've been doing entirely too much reading (and listening, and documentary watching, and so on) to ethically/morally continue to eat in the same manner as I previously have. For health reasons, I've realized my consumption of meat needs to decrease if I want to have fully functioning organs when I'm 40.

Don't worry, not all is lost. I will still post all my new recipes as well as old recipes that I have re-worked. There are a number of recipes which I still need to post as they are, meaty deliciousness and all. I mean let's face it: just because I'm not eating meat doesn't mean you won't be. Let me at least help you make that meat tasty. :)

In all honesty, I feel like I'm breaking up with someone. The best someone ever, who was faithful and loving for 20 years and suddenly left me for E.Coli, and, it turns out, is a liar, a fake and super fraudulent, and violent to boot. Sad face.

Don't get me wrong here.

I still love you, Meat. I think part of me always will. I just think it won't work out between us. It's not you... it's me... I think? I don't even know anymore. I'm just confused. I don't even know who you've become. It's just not the same as it was before, when I was young, and you together, the world seemed to be without limits. Now I feel like the world gets a little darker each time I learn something new about you.....

Anywho. Back to you. I'll make sure to let you know what sort of recipe I'm having you try. All I can promise is that I have tried and loved whatever I'll be posting.

much love,

~ new age hippie treehugger gone wild