- Aunt Nancy and Uncle Quay’s pig roast (1974)*
- Accidentally eating BBQ raccoon at a picnic (1977 – 1979)**
- Walking past PETA signs at an event on the National Mall (1985 – 1991)***
- *I got over the sight of the whole pig roasting
- **I’d broken up with Jeremy, and was flying back to the US a different person
- ***I was pregnant with Clare
5 thoughts on “149/365 3 Reasons why I quit eating meat and 3 reasons I started again”
Love the structure of this. I had a niece quit after a pig roast too. Don’t know if she went back to it. It’s amazing how Americans (others? don’t know) are so removed from where meat comes from.
I was going to repeat Indigo’s last line. I am sure it’s not just Americans. City folk. Or I used to say (before becoming one), “townies.”
I had a friend who became a vegetarian after one long meeting with a cow along a fence in the country. My farmer posts beautiful pictures of her animals all spring and summer, but I’m afraid if I actually met them, shared a time along a fence, I might have to rethink things.
My in-laws raised beef cattle and when I spent time at farms during my vegetarian days I always assured them I didn’t eat them.
I love this one, the list and the explanations.