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28. PhD Candidate in Creative Writing and Literature. Loves cyborgs and zombies, sewing, steampunk and cosplay. Horror movies. Wants to be R. L. Stine when she grows up.

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Sunday, February 12, 2006

I haven't told anyone this yet, but: I have become a vegetarian.

I decided not to say anything to anyone (except of course B who has had to help me pick out vegetarian appropriate foods the last few weeks) because I needed to see if I could actually go through with it and be consistent.

And so far, so good.

I wrote a short-short about how my mother used to slaughter rabbits for a living when I was a kid... and after that I just couldn't eat meat anymore.

I gotta say, I haven't miss meat yet. Okay, that's a lie. We were supposed to make turkey breast the day after I told B I couldn't eat meat anymore. And I came home ravenous for turkey, mashed potatoes and corn and green bean casserole. I really was looking forward to the turkey breast. But B kept me honest and didn't let me cook it up. In fact, he had put it back in the freezer.

I keep having these nightmares about all the animals we slaughtered when we lived in Northern California. I think this is my way of repenting.

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at February 14, 2006 6:48 PM Anonymous Gungy said...

Hey now, you told me before! That's because I'm special.

 
at February 14, 2006 8:47 PM Anonymous Samantha said...

That's true, but that's because I wanted to tell you about the spiritual implications that I've experienced so far while not eating meat.

 
at February 16, 2006 10:02 PM Anonymous Princess Blogonoke said...

Neato! What kind of vegetarian? Eggs? No eggs? Cheese? Fish? Shrimp? Leather shoes?

 
at February 16, 2006 11:58 PM Anonymous Samantha said...

I'm not a vegan. From what I understand they don't eat eggs, fish or any dairy and are against leather products. I just a regular avoiding eating things with faces. Except shrimp. I am eating shrimp. So far I haven't had the opportunity to eat fish because I can't cook it without gagging. If it's at a restaurant, that's usually a different story. But yeah, eggs. I have a really good recipe for some spicy egg wedges that are really light and fluffy. Lots of cheese, too. And as for leather, well, I still use leather products. But at least I'm getting good use out of them. I guess as long as I'm not eating meat, then the spiritual implications are still okay. Heh.

 

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