…but not on purpose. After a highly successful INTERMIX anti-fur protest, I joined some friends for a glass of wine & some appetizers. Though we’re all vegan, we uncharacteristically chose a non-vegan restaurant to duck into for some late night yumminess. Unfortunately the menu was chock full of dead animals and their bodily fluids, but we settled upon some sweet potato fries and regular fries. We happily munched for a while, and it wasn’t until I tried a fry with no ketchup that I almost threw up. This one single french fry was noticeably infused (I presume from sharing oil) with taste of the chicken, which I haven’t eaten in over 15 years. I thought it was just me, but as soon as I encouraged my friends & brother to sample a non-ketchuped fry, they felt equally nauseous.
My point here isn’t about any wrong-doings by the restaurant, but simply to highlight how disgusting, heartbreaking, and upsetting the taste of dead animal flesh can be once you’re not used to it. At one point all of us around that table thought we couldn’t live without meat, and yet after a few years the mere trace of it was physically upsetting to us all. Between the taste of rotting flesh and the knowledge that what I was eating contributed to this:
…I think I’ll have to stick to home cooking & vegan restaurants for a while.
Sorry for the rambling- my point is this: If you honestly think you can’t live without meat- if you love meat so much you’d rather die than cut it out of your life- I PROMISE you- give it some time and you’ll find it repulsive. Your tastebuds will eventually morph back into the vegetable loving entities they were meant to be, and your body, the environment, and animals everywhere will love you for it.