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It’s been 26 days since I watched Earthlings and decided to go vegetarian. Progress thus far? Fine. I’ll ‘fess up. A week into the vegetarian life, I caved in to a prawn curry. Every single prawn was consumed with more than its weight in guilt. Why did I do it? I was going crazy for the texture of meat. The chewy feel of it.
3 weeks into it, last weekend, I succumbed to a piece of beef from the stew that was beside all the vegetarian fare. Despite the images of cows being branded on their faces, or the depleted dairy cows being converted to hamburger meat… I consumed that piece of beef. My mouth rejoiced, but the rest of me was disapproving.
I’ve figured out (in another stunning re-invention of the wheel) that it’s about food texture (a good friend reliably informs me that infants and toddlers know this already). My jaw is going crazy for something ‘chewy’ to masticate, and it craves meat on some days, until it’s fed mushroom steaks. Mushrooms can be nice and chewy, depending on how you cook ‘em.
I’m slowly getting there. I looked cooked chicken, wing-to-eyeball, this afternoon and felt nothing. Aluta continua!
