My Veggie Revolution

Ugh. Now I was properly grossed out. You see, dead things didn't bother me. Animals, bugs, I could and would on occasion happily dissect it if it had died humanely, never killing it for pleasure.

But eating it? That's a different story. I didn't want to actually ingest that animal. To me, it felt the same as if I had decided to eat a tire! So I became known to fight the battle, by supplying family picnic sandwiches with thinner and thinner meat, until they were nothing but lettuce, tomatoes, and bread. My parents all laughed about it. My sister happily added more meat to them.

I piled on ketchup over my fathers weekly Sunday grilled burgers. I slathered those suckers until they were soaked. I asked my dead to cook it extra, extra, extra, extra well done.