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I was a vegetarian once. I know, shocking.
It was in those weird, confusing, sweaty palm days. High school, in other words. My vegetarian staged lasted for around two years. I ate a little chicken and fish, so I guess I wasn’t a true vegetarian. I survived on chips, bread, vegetables, and lots of salads. I did not eat, however, any red meat or pork of any kind.
Why did I not eat bacon? or burgers? or steak?
Excellent questions. Yet, I don’t remember.
I do remember the downfall of my vegetarianism. It started at the drive-thru of McDonalds and ended with a messy Big Mac and me in a secluded, dark Wal-Mart parking lot.
Not a proud moment for me, but it leads me to today. Now, I am a proud meat eater.
And burgers are still wonderful and fabulous. Last night, I patted out four big patties and salted them generously. Then, I seared them in a skillet with butter and finished them in the oven.
I topped mine with an almost embarrassing amount of blue cheese. Almost embarrassing but not quite.
Today, I took a second burger with blue cheese to work for lunch. It was divine, and I made lots of people jealous. Food jealousy is fun. Well, for food dorks at least.
I am so thankful for two things-whoever invented the burger and the fact that I am not stuck eating broccoli all the time.
Me? A vegetarian? What was I thinking?
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