Here's the thing: we hardly ever eat meat. Sure, we'll eat bacon every now and then, but I consider bacon more of a topping or flavoring, rather than actual food. We have also been known to roast some kosher hot dogs by the bonfire. Oh, and how much do I love to make Boeuf Bourguinon for special occasions? A lot. So, yes, we eat meat and we enjoy it, but it's not a huge part of our everyday diet.
In the grand scheme of things, we could be meat-free and feel very little pain. Our meals consist primarily of vegetables, eggs, legumes and starches. We also enjoy our fish friends, especially salmon, shrimp and crab and let us not forget about our sushi addiction.
Here's a sampling of some meals we've had this past year:
|Fettuccine with Bacon and Hollandaise|
|Hearts of Palm and Asparagus Salad|
|Artichoke and Caramelized Onion Tart|
|Fresh Garden Vegetables|
|Salad with a Bunch of Stuff in it|
|Potato-Crusted Goat Cheese Tarts|
|Tomato and Yellow Pepper Soup|
|Focaccia with Spring Vegetables|
They do both enjoy Borscht, otherwise known as "Pink Princess Soup":
We might as well be vegetarians, since we already fit the psychographic profile in many ways: 1. We are lesbians. 2. We make our own granola. 3. We strive to eat organic. 4. We have a vegetable garden in the spring and summer months, which we supplement with locally grown foods from farmers' markets. 5. We compost. 6. We make our own damn yogurt. 7. The list goes on.
We are the poster children for vegetarianism, right?
But then I think about labels and how restrictive they are. I think of how nice it is to enjoy a well cooked filet mignon in a fancy restaurant and not feel like I'm betraying my animal friends. I don't feel ethically obligated to restrict my diet to plant-based food. I sometimes feel that I should, but I don't. I want to be responsible in my food choices, but let's face it, I'm not that morally conscious. Case in point: foie gras. It's only available to me when I visit my Gochtovtt family during the holidays. I wouldn't go out and buy it, but when it's served, I will eat it because it's ridiculously delicious. I feel guilty about the life of those poor geese, but still, I don't have the will power to boycott the stuff when it's taunting me on Christmas eve.
In a nutshell, I'm over-thinking my eating habits, mainly because a large part of my life revolves around food. I will work on this and I'm sorry for bothering you, if you've taken the time to read this. And if anyone reading this is a full-fledged vegetarian, please don't disown me because of my weakness for bacon. I am fully prepared to be shamed, however, for the foie gras issue.