Every year I try something new... Last year it was to live tee totally for a year, it was hard but not too hard... I cannot tell you how good that first drink tasted as the clock struck midnight on the first... But this year I have set myself a real challenge... Pescaterianism... I did play with the idea of vegetarianism but that just seems to hard for a carnivore such as myself so as a happy compromise I settled for keeping the fish... after all it's not for any moral or emotional reasons that I'm giving up meat... it is for myself... To prove to myself that I can do it... I can live without meat... Without juicy... Juicy meat...
I love meat.... I am proud to say it... I eat my steaks blue... I love black pudding... offal... game... I am a committed carnivore... I will eat anything with a face... or a pulse... but for one year I will abstain... I may go mad... This experiment could even backfire and I might start eating other things... people... mmm.... soilent green... But hell, it can't hurt... I may also loose a little weight...
The first two days of this experiment where nothing to shout about... Apart from a slight panic when I had to grab a quick snack for my daughter and myself (At my in-laws... Good, ageing Welsh people for whom meat is a necessity) and all I found was some bread, cold sliced beef and some cucumber... I quickly put together a beef and cucumber sandwich for my daughter then briefly played with the idea of grating cheese or boiling an egg but as we were already late it was an impractical solution to my problem... So I cut some slices of cucumber and buttered some bread... and viola... A cucumber sandwich... Boring... tasteless but no animals died to make it (Blah blah).
We went out to dinner with a friend in the evening, but to a nice place with a good classic menu and plenty of delicious sounding vegetarian and pescarian options... I chose the luxury fish pie, packed with prawns and salmon... tasty but to be honest a choice I might have made even without my vow...
But today, on our journey home we stopped at a service station just outside Bristol for lunch... This was the first time (and I suspect not the last) that I started to empathise and understand the impracticality of those who choose to be vegetarian for moral reasons... Whilst my husband and daughter could decide between sausages, meat pies (chicken and beef), a creamy topped thing that we suspect was lasagne and burgers... I had the choice of fish and chips or a jacket potato, two things I think I'm going to have to get used to this year. I plumped for a jacket and cheese... It was... unsatisfying... Even the soup was pea and ham... There were some cold options... egg sandwiches... a boxed cheese salad... all very, very dull and very unappetising...
So to make up for it my husband and I had a cold beer and a raclette with prawns and halloumi and salad... I can't count how many times I picked up a slice of chirizzo sausage absent mindedly put them to my lips before realising what I was doing... I suspect this might be a problem in the coming months...
First day back at work tomorrow... Lets see what the day brings...
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