All my life I have been a carnivore. A cold beer and a rare steak was as good as it gets. For some reason the past few months I have found meat less palatable. I think it started when I started thinking about what I am consuming. The meat became an animal in my head. As I respect pretty much every living thing that steak became a hunk of flesh that someone hacked off a gentle bovine. Not sure I am happy with this. Equally, not sure I am unhappy.
I have a couple of friends who are vegan, a few more who are vegetarian and a few who consume meat (rarely). For the record, they are not nuts. Pretty much normal guys who made a choice for various reasons.
Should I shave my head, adopt the saffron robe and join a temple? A curse on the monkey mind. BTW, The Merchant Man restaurant makes a killer vegetarian curry. Of course Churchill Arms makes the best curry I have had – ever – and that comparison includes some fine traditional Indian restaurants in London England.
I know, I am babbling.
Island Musings 
I never much cared for red meat most of my life, but when I ate it, well the joke was “Punch it in the nose and quick, give me a knife and fork before it wakes up!” (aka: rare). Then I thought, ehh, why bother if I’m not loving it – so for 30 years – no red meat. Also: If you want to know what a human tastes like, eat pork. Seriously, there is a reason they use ‘pig valves’ for human heart repair. Their anatomy/biology is nearly identical to a human. Then, in probably the last year or so I’ve lightened up on myself. I had a corned beef sandwich. And I liked it! I still won’t eat pig – sort of an ethical thing, and I haven’t had red meat since that sandwich, but if I want to, I will. Life is just too short to skip dessert. Ask anyone who politely refused the cake on the Titanic. Not to over do anything, but, well ya know?
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