"Hi Heather," anonymous.
"Hello..." I reply. The conversation that ensues touches subjects ranging from what I had to breakfast, to what I was doing this week, to the cute blouse that I was sporting. Somehow, the the topic was guided to red meat.
"Do you eat red meat?" asked anonymous.
"No." I replied. Why do I say that? That just comes out. I don't eat red meat. Am I trying to convince myself? Although I grew up not eating red meat for every meal, I would definitely take pleasure in biting into a small bite of freshly cut filet mignon, medium well. So it's not bleeding when I'm eating it, but it's still red meat. I still get the craving.
And honestly, sometimes I'll walk by Kidd Valley and smell the aroma of fresh ground beef, topped with lettuce, tomato, onion, cheese...all on a sesame seed bun. Throw some mustard and ketchup on top and I swear drool is running down the side of my face. Sometimes I have to swing by my house and change because I'll often find a pool of saliva collecting on the front of my sweatshirt.
Between the cravings for fine steak cuts, juicy burgers...mongolian beef, beef jerkey, I still believe that I don't eat red meat. How could I? I am a dedicated yoga participant and think myself green when presented with an opportunity to help the environment. There's no way I eat red meat? There are just too many factors that would suggest that I am a vegetarian and those cruel beef eaters are heartless humans that take advantage of the weak four legged beauties.
But I like red meat...I really do!
Maybe that's the first step. Admitting that you like red meat; that it's okay to enjoy our status at the top of the food chain. Maybe over 80% of the worlds red meat eating population aren't all criminals (I'm guess on the %)? This really could be some break through thinking on my part.
My only hope going forward, is that I can be true to myself when presented with an opportunity to state my red meat eating preferences. Don't expect me to drive to Eastern Washington to start my own cattle ranch, but as long as someone does the dirty work and cooks that beautiful brown cow to a crisp...expect my mouth to be full and my conversation dull! I'm eating meat!!!
