Over the years, I have witnessed many reactions when I say I don't eat meat.
I've been asked why not. I've been asked whether I count fish as a meat. I've been told I'm crazy. I've been interrogated. I've been admired. I've been asked what medical condition I have ("No, Slava, I choose not to eat meat." - blank stare of incomprehension from the Ukranian -).
But today was a new one:
"Not even goat?!"
It was from the lips of a seven-year-old, eyes wide and face solemnly incredulous as only a child's can be.
No, dear, not even goat.
Check mark in my life's "not in America" column today.
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2 comments:
But you eat bacon, right? Bacon?
Goat I can understand not eating. But I agree with Christine. Bacon is a whole different matter. :-)
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