I appear to have become a vegetarian, almost against my will. It’s most odd. We’re at a point in the course where we’re dealing with animals as food and the production of them as such, so it’s probably not a surprise I’m thinking deep about various issues. However it’s not that I now find meat off-putting particularly – I’ll eat it if it’s put in front of me (or if the vegetarian options are repulsive) – but I’m just not choosing the meat option. Normally I’d only choose vegetarian over meat if the vegetarian involved spinach (am a spinach-addict) or if the meat was fish (don’t like Friday’s at college for this reason). I think I distrust where the meat has come from, or what it contains, or how it was processed. Plus there’s the slight ethical notion begging for attention in my brain, muttering something along the lines of since I can live without eating something else, maybe I should. Oddly it’s not the major cause of the switch though.
I was a militant carnivore. Maybe this passive vegetarianism is a phase – we shall see.
Dinner tonight was a hand-made shepherd’s pie – made with quorn. I had to abandon it and go to the cinema to see the Aviator (good, nice planes, but very long, and slightly sureal) which I forgot we’d arranged to see. Might have some more now – even though it is 1.20am…