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jayfurrI've lived a strictly ovo-lacto vegetarian lifestyle since Ash Wednesday, with only one screwup -- the Sunday after Ash Wednesday I had a McDonald's southwestern salad and dutifully, and diet-consciously, asked for the grilled chicken instead of the crispy chicken. About three-quarters of the way through the chicken I blinked and said "DAMMIT!" My dietary subroutine ("get the lean grilled chicken instead of the deep-fried crispy chicken") was operating and cancelled out my "don't-eat-meat" subroutine.
But other than that one screwup I've had no problems. The basement full of vegetarian meat substitutes and the ready availability of vegetarian salad wraps in the cities I've traveled to have made it all possible.
Carole thinks that I'm going to pig out on meat at the Easter brunch at Butler's because, hey, Lent'll be over. I suppose I could: they certainly have lots of tasty options on the Easter buffet. But I'm inclined to think that I shouldn't end the vegetarian experiment just because a religious observance called Lent has come to an end. It's not like we're actually Catholic or anything.
But other than that one screwup I've had no problems. The basement full of vegetarian meat substitutes and the ready availability of vegetarian salad wraps in the cities I've traveled to have made it all possible.
Carole thinks that I'm going to pig out on meat at the Easter brunch at Butler's because, hey, Lent'll be over. I suppose I could: they certainly have lots of tasty options on the Easter buffet. But I'm inclined to think that I shouldn't end the vegetarian experiment just because a religious observance called Lent has come to an end. It's not like we're actually Catholic or anything.
