Remember the week of Thanksgiving I posted a blog detailing my decision early last year to stop eating meat. I equated it to Paul's conversion on the road to Damascus. I gave you statistical nuggets about the small percentage of Americans who do not eat meat, and then used this nugget to beat my own chest - a la Kobe Bryant - as I ran down the court toward another plate of green beans.
Then we all went to New York City. At a TGI Friday's on Broadway (Mistake #1) I was faced with the choice of buying a $16 salad or not eating. Then a third option popped up: eat the chicken fingers for $3 more. I ate the chicken fingers.
As I ate Poultry Phalangee, I discovered something awful: it was glorious. I hoped I would get sick, just as a way of reinforcing my decision. Instead, my gastronomic territory treated it as such:
So then we had a pot roast for Christmas Eve. And then some roast beef on Christmas Day. And now I'm a recovering vegetarian. I know I judged you for eating meat. Please don't return the favor.
3 comments:
Oh I don't judge, as you very well know. I encourage it.
Just think what a Storm's special would taste like after that much time off...
You went to NYC....and decided to eat at Fridays?
This is what you should be judged for.
Nathan,
That's absolutely true.
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