On eating solely vegetables

Alright, so here's a little confession I need to make.

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.