Last night I fixed a 4-lb pork butt to make (Dad’s famous) pulled pork for a work potluck today.
I just about gagged while massaging in the rub and garlic into the cold, dead flesh.
After 8 hours in the crockpot, my house reeks of pork.
This aversion to meat is no longer intellectual, but has crossed the line into pure, visceral disgust.
I’d thought I would be able to cook meat for others, but I can’t. Never again. I’ve been a vegetarian (to varying degrees) for over half my life, and don’t plan on changing anytime soon.
How could anyone eat the widdwe beebee pictured above?
But you know what’s NOT disgusting? And what didn’t used to have a face? Tofu, that’s what.
I love you, tofu.