There were a few years, in my twenties, where I was a complete vegetarian. Business travel and lack of decent places to eat in a hurry, social etiquette, simplicity and raising kids had me change and relax.
Now I don’t eat, and haven’t eaten for over 25 years:
- Ham or bacon
- Exotic meat like buffalo, deer, rabbit, antelope
- Processed meat of any kind (to my German mother’s dismay, since all sausage counts as processed meat)
- Hamburger, ground beef, meat loaf (which I consider processed meat)
- Turkey burgers (since they taste like hamburger)
- Sword fish
- Faux meat (tofu made to taste like meat)
I do eat:
- Sushi and sashimi of all variety
- Pickled herring
- Pepperoni, but only on pizza (violating the rule of processed meat above)
- Shrimp, but not very much
- Fish, but not often, and I seldom like it and feel good afterwards
- Turkey as in Thanksgiving, as well as fresh roasted sliced turkey, but not the cold cuts processed type turkey
- Chicken (whole, breasts, on sandwiches, and in chunks in Chinese or Thai food)
- Spotted owl and bald eagle (just kidding)
I eat too much chicken.
I don’t know how many steaks can be made out of one cow, but I am sure it’s hundreds. There are probably a thousand or more bits of sushi made out of one good-sized tuna. So one cow or one tuna has to die so hundreds of people can enjoy dinner.
Sometimes I go to Costco when I know I’ll be alone and I’ll bring home a roasted chicken, hot in the container, ready to eat. If I am hungry, I eat a good portion of it, and perhaps leave some left overs.
The point is: One chicken had to die, one being had to give up its entire existence — so I can have one dinner.