As I sit here having my lunch of avacodo on wheat with a sprinkle of cheddar cheese, I learned an entire month is dedicated Vegetarian Awareness. Who knew? Mind you this is something I maybe should have been aware of seeing as how I am a lacto-ovo vegetarian.
I was raised lacto-ovo vegetarian (eggs and dairy is fine) primarily as a health choice. Dad raised just about everything we ate and drank year round, with mom preserving it for the winter. Home made multi-grain bread was all we ever knew, even the cinnamon buns mom sometimes made as a treat were made from multi-grain bread dough, with the bare minimum butter and brown sugar but lots of raisins.
For a few years as a young adult I ate meat – sort of – because I could, but pretty soon I couldn’t stomach it, primarily because I could not stand the thought of an animal dying. Trying to look back to when I last ate meat and it has to be over a couple of decades now. I figure I have been vegetarian somewhere around 90% of my entire life.
I think this is one of the few things my fellow blogger and I are not alike on. That’s okay, neither is my man. It’s a personal choice. I could never convert to vegan – just would not work for me. Nor could I give up my dairy products – I have milk in my coffee and on my cereal and I think it would be a bitch to bake without eggs and cheese – could not live without it.
I do think more and more people are eating more vegetarian meals. I like it that restaurants are finally starting to have items on the menu I can eat too.