I have not been able to eat red meat since.
I love cows. They are sweet, they have beautiful eyes and the longest eyelashes. My favorite book growing up was Ferdinand the Bull...
I am in a meat-eating quandry.
Meanwhile, in my quest for "other" things to eat, I have happened upon falafel. I am not a very adventurous eater. And if I can't pronounce it or know the exact contents, I don't eat it. "I'll just have some bread, please." Begrudgingly, I went to a Greek cafe with my "
Oh, I tried it allright. I devoured it. I have not stopped thinking about it and the impact it had on my taste buds. At least once a week now I have to taste one in my mouth. It makes my stomach hurt after I eat it because I don't normally eat many vegetables. But it's been worth the pain.
I have to ponder this cow thing for myself. My grandpa was a cattle rancher and lived off beef and whole milk. I'm sure he's rolling in his grave, thinking what a crazy ninny his grandaughter is...
My three things:
2. 70 degree weather
3. Green grass