Meat-Eaters Hunt Vegetarians
When my sister asked me to join her for lunch at a new, vegetarian place, I thought it sounded delicious. We all like to eat healthy, and I am up for trying something different.
She again mentioned it was vegetarian when we were pulling up to the place. Even then, I didn’t give it much thought until I was about to order a stir-fry with “chicken” in it.
“Yeah… It’s fake.”
“I would imagine so.”
That’s when it finally sunk in that she really meant it was “Vegetarian”.
I decided to skip the “soy chicken” in favor of a spicy stir-fry of noodles and vegetables… I just couldn’t get past the image of a scrawny chicken flopping around, trying to walk without any bone structure.
I’ve written before about how I don’t get hungry very often. I notice I am hungry once the food is in front of me, but unless there is something to eat, it is quite rare to have a hunger sensation.
When the meal arrived – steaming hot and smelling good – I was instantly hungry. However, instead of satisfying my hunger, this dish actually made it worse.
As soon as I took my first bite, my stomach started growling. Then it growled on my second mouthful, and third, and so on.
My stomach growled right through my meal. I finished everything on my plate, but was now starved. It was like I burned more calories chewing than the food had in it.
As we left, I told my sister I was going to run by the Burger King drive-thru for a double cheeseburger on the way home. I didn’t actually do that, but when I got home, I did have a couple of sandwiches. Seriously. I was that hungry.
I don’t want to leave the impression that the food wasn’t good. It was quite good. But if I ever go back, I am taking a tuna sandwich as a post-meal snack. That will help save one of those pathetic, soy chickens.
Now, I can certainly respect someone who has chosen to be a vegetarian due to their religious beliefs.
They also have my support if they are motivated by some sort of emotional trauma (perhaps they had a childhood pet calf named Norman that disappeared one day… the same day mom and dad bought a new freezer).
And I am always in favor of anyone choosing to eat more vegetarian meals as a step toward a healthier lifestyle.
But, what I can’t figure out is how devout vegetarians avoid the type of constant hunger that would have mere mortals gnawing their own arms in their sleep.
If I ate like that everyday, I would have to be constantly grazing . . . just like Norman.
And if the entire day is spent with my head down, foraging for food, it makes it real easy for someone to sneak up with the intent of putting me on their menu . . . again, just like Norman.
So, even though I often write about topics of health, and even though there is a lot to be said for minimizing the consumption of animal proteins, I think I will continue to strive for a balance where I can occasionally sink my teeth into something meaty.
I’m certain, whatever I choose, it will taste better than my own arm.