Still here, still in the game.

We have entered into Day 2 of Vegetarianism.  I go several days often without eating meat to begin with, so it doesn’t really feel like I’ve actually accomplished anything, as it’s something that I already do on a normal basis.  Maybe by the time I go a month without meat, I’ll feel more proud of my efforts.  I thought it might be a struggle to find food to eat, but so far, I don’t seem to have any problem.  Thankfully, I love vegetables, and our company cafeteria has an AWESOME salad bar, so I’m sorted for most lunches (honestly, I need to stop being a lazy ass and just make something to bring for lunch.  Baby steps).  Tonight we’re having coworkers over for dinner, and I’m making fajitas.  We still have some frozen chicken in the freezer, so I’m going to use that up for those wanting meat, and everyone else will be having rice and veggie fajitas.  YUMMY!!!  I’m thinking quinoa instead of rice…not sure yet though.

If any of you have any awesome recipes you’d like to share, send them my way!  I love to cook and am always looking for something new!

K.

In the beginning…

I’ve been toying with this for awhile, becoming a vegetarian. I’ve wavered, back and forth, for several years…dealing with questions of the health aspect, worried about boring myself with recipes, and the ever present fact that I just LOVE MEAT! I do! I love it…the taste, the texture, the smell…omg…it’s like eating a slice of pie made by God’s own hand.

But, the ever present nagging guilt lay in the back of my mind, pretty much every time I took a bite. I am, what my parents’ generation will less than lovingly refer to as, “one of those damn hippies.” I love gardens, and organic produce, and crafts, and making something from scratch. Peace, love, and no war…and all that other stuff. But above all that, I love animals. And I absolutely hate the fact that, in order to eat meat, an animal had to die an all-to-early death. Plus, the animal practices throughout the world are absolutely deplorable, so I couldn’t really stomach that either.

So, I came to the conclusion that, though I do love meat, the self-shaming had to stop and I needed to come to terms with the fact that I cared more about treatment of animals and their welfare than I did about a nice, juicy, medium-rare steak (cooked to perfection, with just a hint of salt and pepper, perhaps smothered in a delectable blue cheese sauce. sigh).

Therefore, this blog! I have decided that, while my willpower is strong and mighty, it might help to have some community back-up should my taste buds try to lead me astray. And, for anyone else out there wanting to give up meat, maybe I can be a source of inspiration. Because, honestly…if a Hoosier born, corn fed country girl, raised on the nectar of the green earth (i.e. meat and potatoes) can do it, you sure as shit can to.

K.