Don’t hate me because my salad is beautiful

Based on some feedback on Facebook I feel the need to talk a little about being a vegetarian, again.  Really, this is the second day of my blog and stupid food is all I can talk about. But before I get into it I’d like to list some foods that I don’t eat

meat (I do eat some fish, occasionally)
gelatin (ground animal bones)
lard (animal fat)
eggplant (I just don’t like them)
arugula (had some once that was a little too dirty tasting)
roe (eew)
artichoke hearts (Luke loves them, I do not)
I’m sure there are others.  But who really cares.  What does it matter that I don’t eat meat.  Get over it.  There are some plant foods that I don’t eat either and that doesn’t seem to bother any one. Just because I choose a plant based diet doesn’t mean I’m not thanking God for it.  Are you kidding me?  I don’t have to eat meat to think God gave us animals to enjoy.  I just enjoy them in a different way than you do, not on my plate.
So whatever, unfriend me, unfamily me if you need to.  I’m free to make those kind of choices, and I really am not thinking God is going to smite me for it.  No danger.  This is not a religious issue for me in the least, nor do I think it has to be.

Who can tell me what this is?

100% natural whole breast filet, seasoning (salt, monosodium glutamate, sugar, spices, paprika), seasoned coater (enriched bleached flour [bleached wheat flour, malted barley flour, niacin, iron, thiamine mononitrate, riboflavin, folic acid], sugar, salt, monosodium glutamate, nonfat milk, leavening [baking soda, sodium aluminum phosphate, monocalcium phosphate], spice, soybean oil, color [paprika]), milk wash (water, egg, nonfat milk), peanut oil (fully refined peanut oil with TBHQ and citric acid added to preserve freshness and Dimethylpolysiloxane an anti-foaming agent added).

Right down to the Meat…or not

I became a vegetarian in January.  I have had just a few experiences of meat eating since January first of this year, 2012.  They have all resulted in a stomach ache.  The hardest part of being a vegetarian in Kansas, on the prairie, is all the damned meat.  Meat is everywhere.  Want a quick snack grab some MEAT.  What’s for breakfast…meat. Lunch and dinner? You guessed it, meat again.  Being a vegetarian in KS is so unaccepted.  I feel so OBVIOUS too.  People think they have to make special arrangements for me and make jokes at my expense.  Whatever.
I didn’t come to this decision lightly.  I’ve read Rethinking Life and Death by Peter Singer.  I don’t agree with 99% of what he says, but it all makes me think, or shall I say “rethink.”  I’ve also read The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan, very interesting read.  If you want to know what is really IN what you are putting IN you that is a great book to pick up.  I’ve watched several documentaries on the subject.  All in all I came to the conclusion that a plant based diet is what most healthy for me and for my children.  They still get to eat meat but it is only occasionally at home and if we go out to eat.  I don’t want to force them to the same isolation that I feel.  I’ve obviously chosen that.
I wish I could tell you that with that choice I’ve lost all kids of weight and that I eat super healthy.  I do for the most part, but I still love dessert.  I love sugar.  That is my next hurdle, giving up that drug. 
The worst part is that I don’t have a single friend or family member that is a vegetarian.  I don’t know anyone that lives around here that makes that choice.  It is very isolating, I feel a little freakish.  The truth is that I think the whole meat production process is terribly inhumane.  I actually feel really bad for the animals that have to endure torture so that fat and happy Americans can have a cheese burger at Mickey D’s or a steak at Ruth’s Chris probably from the same cow.  I haven’t even mentioned the environmental effects of our meat consumption.   It’s really a disaster.
I’m just tired of being a drone, of following along with what every one does because it is the way it’s always been.  I’m sick of just going with the flow and wearing blinders, ignoring how that food got in front of me in the first place.   
I’m sure you’ll hear more from me about this more in the future.  It has become a bit of a platform for me.  In the meantime, when you sit down to your chicken dinner, think just for a minute about from where that meal came and if you would eat it if you knew the whole story. 

Everyone will know how crazy I am

Looks like I’m starting a blog.  My fears with doing this are as follows:
1) Every one will know how crazy I am.  When I say crazy I mean that people will know that I have some views that are pretty…how shall I say…tree hugger-esque. I’m pretty strange and you might not like me anymore.
2) I will embarrass my family.  I’m mostly worried about embarrassing Luke, and maybe my parents. How could I be completely honest with this whole blog thing and NOT embarrass someone?
3) I will have a million grammatical errors.  This is a very real fear that should not be laughed at.  I correct people all the time for saying things wrong, or writing things wrong.  When I read anything there is just this little part of me that is looking for an error.  Making one such error myself will be devastating.  It’s not a matter of if  it happens, but when it happens.
4) I fear I will lose a friend or two.  The truth is I disagree with a lot of things my friends say on various social media sites.  I just don’t comment.  But on a blog, my blog, commenting is the whole idea.  I guess if you find my beliefs just too offensive, perhaps we can go back to our previous relationship of looking at pictures of  each others kids on facebook.
5) Last, but not least, I fear that I will run out of things to say.  The trouble with this is that I always have something to say about something.  What if I come to the very end of my thoughts and I have no new ideas?  That will be a sad day indeed.  But, for now…I will blog on.