I haven’t had a bite of meat in almost 20 years. I didn’t set out to become a vegetarian, but in college, it was just so easy to be one. I lived with one, and very slowly, I stopped eating it. I remember once I opened the freezer and saw a package of turkey breasts I had bought months ago. At that point, I already hadn’t eaten meat in several months or more. I knew I wouldn’t cook them, and threw them out. That was that, though I did begin eating fish a few years later. So I’ve now been a pescatarian for about 15 years. But lately, I’ve been having second thoughts.
I always thought my potential partner would have to be vegetarian, too. But given that my husband is nothing like who I imagined I would marry, of course he couldn’t be a bigger carnivore. Luckily for me, he is not one of those meat-and-potatoes guys who won’t touch anything green. He pretty much likes everything, and is always happy (and grateful) to eat whatever healthy vegetarian fare I make for us.
At first, I told him I didn’t want meat in the house. But he is one of those people who needs breakfast, and ideally, it should be protein-heavy. I relented and began buying chicken and turkey sausages. Our one exception was the grill, on which I told him he could barbeque whatever he wants.
We even keep a few of our pre-wedding dishes for meat. The dishes we got for our wedding are meat-free. But the silverware is not, and well, every once in awhile, he forgets, or all of the meat dishes are in the dishwasher.
He tries (and mostly succeeds) in keeping his meat-cooking to the one cast-iron pan. But we only have one, and sometimes, I realize I want to use it too (I haven’t thus far). And, occasionally, he forgets. And now I’ve begun buying him grass-fed beef, which I thought I’d never do.
I don’t remember when it was in recent times that the smell of meat began to whet my appetite. For the first time in years, I thought, “Wow, that actually smells like something I would eat and moreoever, enjoy.” My reading “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” cemented the idea further. While I used to be a sort of accidental vegetarian, I remained so because of the health reasons and the mistreatment of animals. I didn’t like the idea of asking workers to kill animals on my behalf, when I wouldn’t do so myself.
I still don’t want to kill animals. But what if I knew they were killed humanely, and had wonderful lives up until that point? Reading about how animals complete the farming cycle in the book also had a profound impact. While I have always maintained that we don’t need animals to live (and that remains true) a farm cannot function without them.
It is heartening to know that other long-time vegetarians are having similar thoughts. I found this article in Food & Wine that says even Mollie Katzen, author of Moosewood Restaurant fame, is back to eating ethically-raised meat occasionally.
The funny thing is, even though I’ve been thinking about eating meat again, and even want to do it, I can’t bring myself to. When I came home recently to a house smelling of the grass-fed burger my husband had just cooked, the smell made my stomach turn.
As I told my husband (who is encouraging, but understanding) it’s something that will take time. I can’t just open my mouth and take a bite. Being a vegetarian has been a crucial part of my identity for the past 20 years. It’s almost like being a lesbian for years, and then falling in love with a man. It has a profound impact on how you see yourself.
I know that if I go back to eating meat, of course it will only be grass-fed, pasture-raised, etc. etc. But still.
I’d love to hear others’ thoughts on this.