Hasta La Vista, Meat.

I was complaining the other day to my dear S. about the fact that I had eaten so much meat this year already and I was supposed to be a vegetarian. I did the v. thing for a year a half and I don’t remember why I started eating meat again, but I blame him. My parents still ask, ‘Is steak ok?’ and I have to reassure them that I have once again entered the animal eating kingdom. ‘Yes, I eat steak and am not happy about it,’ is my reply.
So Sunday, June 10, the Month Without Meat campaign begins. I realized I needed to rope S. into doing a month with me, so I could get into cooking v. meals again which is where I think my meat-eating problem lay from the beginning. I’ll make you chicken and I’ll have…. Chicken. Because it’s there and free (thanks to the generous Madam Mim who conveniently buys too much so she can supply us with food). Basically, I got lazy. I forgot what mattered to me. So here we are, a few days away from the new beginning, and I am very excited.
For me it will not be difficult to go a month without meat. I have an awesome book, Vegan with a Vengeance, as well as other cookbooks and basic kitchen skills to work up happy cow meals for the house. I’m pretty easy to please and don’t have the meat-tooth a lot of people have. S. on the other hand, is a flesh fiend. He lives for his tiny pork sausages, ground cow and grilled chicken. For him this will be no easy feat, and you are all invited to watch. The cravings. The shakiness. The languishing cries in the middle of the night. Oh yes, the cries. I have to admit I’m looking forward to the cries. He’ll be begging me to have a nibble of bacon and I’ll just sit there and laugh, reading a copy of Peter Singers’ Animal Liberation (which I shamefully have not yet read) and listening to the Stones wail, ‘You can‘t always get what you want.’ Oh yes, I’m going to be very annoying.
As for you, the general populace, perhaps you would like to join S. and I on our journey through fields of frolicking Tofurkey? What an adventure!