Not Proud

[poliphilo]

I've started eating meat. It's France that's to blame. You scour the menu for the vegetarian option and all they've got is crudites- you know, raw carrot and zucchini and stuff- so I made a decision before we went-  for the next five days I'm a carnivore.

What I hadn't been prepared for was how my energy levels went up. 

But I'm going to insist we buy meat that's been raised ethically. That's my quarrel with meat-eating- not that I'm sentimental about animals, because I'm not- but that industrial farming is disgusting. 

Last night we had lamb steaks- in a mushroom sauce- with mashed potato. 

I'd forgotten food could be such fun.

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[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

When we kind of inherited a couple of chickens, they were indeed nasty creatures. They would mug the children if they were carrying anything edible and they tormented the cats, who were scared stiff of them.

Strangely I went back to eating meat last year after about 13 years of vegetarianism. I find my blood sugar levels are much more stable now. It also makes life easier because I can eat the same things as G and don't have to cook two different dinners.