I will eat the fruits of their slave labor...

but I will not eat their flesh.

Several months ago, Len decided to stop eating meat. Fine by me, I thought. So, we began eating vegetarian-only fare at home and I'd have the ocassional bit of flesh here and there when I went out with friends.

It was fine for a while, but then I really got to thinking about it and realized that if I didn't do it at home, why do it anywhere. That was almost four weeks ago. And I don't miss meat at all. In fact, on some level I'm a little disgusted by it. That is not to say that we have stopped eating all things animal-related. Cheese, eggs, milk, etc. are still part of our diet.

Going out can be a challenge. I recently celebrated a co-worker's birthday at Ted's Montana Grill, a restaurant specializing in Beef, Bison and Buffalo. The veggie plate, though, was amazing! Mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, squash casserole and slice tomatoes. Yummy! I am finding that collards not cooking in bacon are hard to find, in fact a lot of veggies in the South are cooked in some sort of smoked pork fat, but I can get around that.

So far, so good.