I totally missed my half year mark for my
vegetarianism pescatarianism. It came and went this past July without too much excitement. I wish I could report that it’s been easier to ward off meat, but the truth is, it’s getting harder.
For instance, last night I made this for my family’s Cobb salad:
I peppered it and broiled it with care (see how it’s on a cooling sheet over a pan? No sitting in its own fat!), which was hard enough. But then I went and did this to it:
Do you know how hard it was to crumble that crispy, peppery bacon that smelled oh-so-delicious and then not lick my fingers?! Pure torture, I tell you!
*le sigh* Only about 4 more months to go…my dad said he’s going to have a buffet of various types of meat waiting for me at the stroke of midnight on NYE. I think I’d be happy with just bacon…
P.S. The sentence above does not imply that I will be hanging at home with my parents on the NYE…