To eat meat or not to eat meat: that is the question, and I’m not the only one asking. The issue seems to be all over television (Oprah goes on 21 day cleanse!) and the blogosphere (blog titan Dooce giving the cleanse a go, too).
I admit it’s on our minds as well, and I hope not just because the topic is so much in the air. At my mother-in-law’s one past Sunday I took one look at Craig’s miserable face as he picked at his piece of chicken (bone in) and just outright blurted: “Maybe it’s time to give up meat.” And guess what? He didn’t say no.
Craig’s father is a devoted — and I mean devoted — vegan. Sufice it to say that the man hasn’t just saved a steak from his table: he has saved entire cows. They live with him now and play games on his farm. No joke. And though neither of his sons has started an animal sanctuary of their own yet, it wouldn’t surprise me if kindness toward animals turned out to be genetic. My brother-in-law takes in strays. My husband would, aside from me I like to think, choose animals over people any day of the week. I do not exaggerate.
So why are we still eating meat? It’s easy to, me thinks. It’s everywhere. It’s relatively inexpensive. And unlike the animals, we’re human. We’re selfish.
Plus there’s the whole trying to have a baby thing. Only a few pages of my new reading material talk about the vegetarian mom-to-be:
I know it can be done, but getting enough protein and iron will take some imagination. How creative will I be when my head is down a toilet?
Maybe it’s the kind of thing we could take on one day at a time. Kick the chicken habit one day. Red meat the next. The outright vegan thing? I’ll admit, I don’t see that happening…I mean, cheese, how will I ever forsake thee? Hats off to those that do, hats off.