Two days ago, I said to my husband, “I’m thinking of going flexitarian.”
He said, “Huh? Flexitarian?”
“You know,” I said. “Sort of vegetarian. Not totally vegetarian. But kind of vegetarian.”
“Explain,” he said.
“Well, generally we won’t eat meat. But we won’t never eat meat. Just super rarely.”
My meat-loving husband didn’t look super happy about his. “Like when would we eat meat?”
“Thanksgiving, for instance. I could never go without my Thanksgiving turkey!”
He rolled his eyes and walked off.
This morning I went for a run. Through my suburban, not terribly rural neighboring town. And I encountered these:
Why are they blurry and far away? Because I was sure they were about to attack me, all alone, on the street, as thoughts of Thanksgiving danced in my mind while I tried to get past them.
Some might say this is a sign that I should give up even the “flex” part and just go “vegetarian.” I choose to think of it as some divine providence saying, “Hey, no worries! There are plenty of turkeys. Enjoy and Thanksgiving yourself out!”
Ha! Too funny! I’m with you on the flexitarian bit. I think I could easily go without as long as I got a steak a couple of times a year. Unfortunately, my family’s not on board.
“Family not on board” would be an understatement around here. I’d have complete mutiny!
I’ve been a vegetarian (I do eat fish/eggs/dairy, but if it walked or flew, nope) for a little over 3 years. The only thing I miss is a good Hebrew National hot dog now and again. Oh, and chopped liver of all things! I’ve made glorious vegetarian Thanksgivings (turkey for my meat-eater, and faux-turkey as well) and no one knew the difference.
Oreos are vegan. Just sayin’…
Oreos go a long way, but my biggest addition is gummy bears, which are not vegetarian. So maybe I’ll mostly not eat walking/flying animals unless they come in gelatin form? Ugh, I hear myself say that, and it doesn’t sound good. But baby steps. Baby gummy bear steps. 🙂