My WB #4

When I was 23 years old, I went to my parents' house for a weekend. My sister and her now-husband were there, and as we ate dinner the conversation turned to the meat. I don't remember what we were eating, but I remember that I started to talk about a recent problem I'd been having: meat was starting to gross me out. My brother-in-law commented that it didn't really sound like I enjoyed meat very much, and he asked me why I didn't just become a vegetarian. I had no answer for him, and by the time I went to bed that night, I'd decided to give it a try for a year.

Of course, for the first year I was actually a pescetarian (I ate fish/seafood, but no other kinds of meat), but since the only kind of seafood I've ever really liked is Salmon, I was basically a vegetarian who ate salmon too. I didn't think I'd make it a full year, to tell the truth. I mean, I've always loved my meat. Sausages, beef jerkey, pepperoni, hot dogs, hamburgers, bologna and cheese sandwiches, chicken nuggets...the list goes on. But then I started to think about it, and I realized that all the meats I really liked didn't really resemble the animals they came from in any way. I mean, come on: hot dogs? Who really knows what-all goes into those things anyway!!

Well, it turns out after a while I didn't even want salmon anymore. In fact, I remember the last meat I ever ate. It was in the springtime, less than a year after my initial decision to stop eating meat. Mike and I went to a restaurant in Sacramento called The Rusty Duck where I ate a delicious salmon fettuccine alfredo...and that was the last time I had meat. To this day, I can't figure out what did it. I don't miss meat, but I do sometimes wonder why I started getting so grossed out by meat in the first place....

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