On this day, a year ago, I stopped eating meat. To put it simply: no beef, pork, chicken or anything containing them. I never liked seafood, so there was no question of giving them up. Today is my vegan anniversary!
Air balloons! Serpentine! I have to tell the world that I eat salad (and pizza) and lentils (and ice cream)!
In honor of the anniversary, we tried a new restaurant in the evening. Okay, it was just an excuse to go out, but I somehow managed to survive the vegetarian chili. After that, I was even able to do 20 push-ups. Kidding. I got into a warm car and drove home.
I’ve eaten a lot of vegan foods for years (like tofu or veggie burgers), but I’ve always eaten meat along with them. And a year ago I gave it up completely. At first, Fran called me a vegetarian. “Nah, I just don’t eat meat. I’ll call myself a vegetarian if I stay a year.”
Usually I don’t like to tell people that I’m a vegetarian. I’ve heard all sorts of jokes. How to recognize a vegetarian? Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.” (If you were thinking of posting this joke in the comments, I beat you to it. Have you eaten?)
I get asked a lot of questions. “Do you want meat? Are you always tired? Where do you get protein? Do you allow children to eat meat?” (Fingers are ready to dial the number of the child welfare authority) Yes, they eat meat. Lilia tried to catch a seagull in the summer and claimed that it was for dinner for us, so for now she is definitely a meat eater.
Sometimes I hear “I have nothing against vegetarians as long as they don’t start their moralizing.” Yes, I understand that no one likes to be taught, but let’s face it: sometimes even the simple phrase “I really don’t eat meat” offends people. It doesn’t hurt me that you don’t like bean burgers, so go crazy if you know I don’t eat ribs. Let’s live in peace! I can share french fries.