To my surprise, I’m still acting as a vegetarian. My goal for Lent was to give up meat- no strings attached. I fully expected to come back, hot dog a-eatin’ on Easter.
Add a dash of curiosity (how long can I keep this up), a dose of stubbornness (that Irish heritage) and an enjoyment of a challenge (how can I turn carnivorous delight into a veg one), and you’ve got yourself a lingering vegetarian!
Personally, there are some deeper fulfillments I have found as well. I like feeling as if I’m part of something larger than myself. I like the limiting control it gives me and the sense of strong connection to others by being more cognizant of what I put in my mouth and hence how that choice affects the world we live it. I do not believe you must be vegetarian or vegan to do this, but I do think this offers a concrete and achievable way of simultaneously reaching all these goals.
Yet, this doesn’t mean my old ways are completely out of my system! Lately, I’ve been craving Buffalo Chicken. I find myself scouring menus, opening the fridge and wishing it was there. Wrap or salad, I’m not picky. Yet, even if it was on the menu or in my casa, I know at this moment, I wouldn’t eat it!
How good does that tofu look?!
Lip smacking good, enhanced of course, by the deliciously preservative free Dinosaur BBQ sauce!
Will I be a vegetarian continually…I don’t know, but I strangely don’t feel the need to analyze. This may be one question in life I’m 100% OK with just living into the answer, and that right there was worth the whole experiment!