meat sneak

Today I went out to lunch with my boss from the coffeeshop at Fox & Obel (fancy, eh?) and I opted for the green lentil chowder over the chicken tortilla soup thinking I was doing the proper vegetarian thing. AND THEN, the soup had BITS OF MEAT in it. I suppose I should have asked, but it just seemed so unlikely that lentils could be chowdered with meat products. It tasted a little salty and greasy in my mouth, the way canned corned beef hash tastes, but it was also good.

I have already broken the no meat rule. The first and most major was the breakfast sandwich I got at McDonald's because a) the McDonald's is fifty feet away from the house I've been staying in, b) the food in the house was not greasy and delicious by any stretch of the imagination, and c) I was really hungover and I know breakfast sandwiches fix my hangovers fast (figure out the science behind that one for me, Beth...)

It didn't kill me to eat it...and truth be told, it didn't taste very good. I was a little disappointed.

The next foray into meat was lunch for the kids I babysat for on Sunday. I made them fettucine in a white cheese sauce (from a packet) with peas and bacon bits. As I made the bacon, I couldn't help popping a few bites of the warm crunchy bits into my mouth. Bad mistake. Once I got the taste for it, it was hard to ignore. I had prepared myself a veggie burger and spinach samosas, but now all I wanted was the pasta. I ate some of the leftovers after I had my meal and I was so full, so uncomfortably full for hours. Also, I think the bacon and or cheesy pasta did not agree with me. No wonder, right.

Other than that, I have refused meat on many occasions, even lunchmeat (for which I would gladly give one of my toes or fingers for a Jimmy John's or Potbelly's sandwich) and even eaten my vegetarian option right along with others gorging on steaks, chickens, and pork, without any regrets.

life is hard enough as it is, but to do this to myself, I mean, sometimes I just wonder if my reasons for doing this are good ones.