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Sep. 27th, 2007
Flexitarianism?
Sep. 27th, 2007 07:43 pmFor the past two weeks, I've been eating mostly vegetarian meals when I've been out. If I'm craving a burger, I'll go to Fuddrucker's and order a buffalo burger, and if I want chicken I'll get a grilled chicken wrap with grilled veggies. Before Adam left for Massachusetts, he made a dish that incorporated broiled salmon, curried eggplant, and wild rice. I've been eating it since Tuesday night and so far I haven't gotten tired of it. It just continues to be delicious, especially with shredded mozzarella cheese melted on top.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Flexitarianism?
Sep. 27th, 2007 07:43 pmFor the past two weeks, I've been eating mostly vegetarian meals when I've been out. If I'm craving a burger, I'll go to Fuddrucker's and order a buffalo burger, and if I want chicken I'll get a grilled chicken wrap with grilled veggies. Before Adam left for Massachusetts, he made a dish that incorporated broiled salmon, curried eggplant, and wild rice. I've been eating it since Tuesday night and so far I haven't gotten tired of it. It just continues to be delicious, especially with shredded mozzarella cheese melted on top.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Flexitarianism?
Sep. 27th, 2007 07:43 pmFor the past two weeks, I've been eating mostly vegetarian meals when I've been out. If I'm craving a burger, I'll go to Fuddrucker's and order a buffalo burger, and if I want chicken I'll get a grilled chicken wrap with grilled veggies. Before Adam left for Massachusetts, he made a dish that incorporated broiled salmon, curried eggplant, and wild rice. I've been eating it since Tuesday night and so far I haven't gotten tired of it. It just continues to be delicious, especially with shredded mozzarella cheese melted on top.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Lunch has been Italian caprese sandwiches, vegetarian foccacia sandwiches (garden veggie cream cheese, cucumbers, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, lettuce, red onion, avocado, Swiss cheese), salads, pastas, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And I've been noticing some very small changes in my body. Almost no body odor, for one.
The term "flexitarianism" has been floating into my line of thinking. I can't give up meat entirely, because my body demands it at least once a week, and my muscles will let me know if I lack it. This semi-vegetarianism would not be for moral or ethical reasons, but because I find that my tastes are changing. I only like to eat a very limited range of animal meats anyway (I don't really like pork, veal, venison, lamb, duck, or goat, out of the meats I've tried). It's the taste and texture. I like bacon, but only if it is so crispy and crunchy that it's practically burned, because that masks the pork taste. I'll eat duck only if it's smothered in sauce. The smell of lamb makes me nauseated and gives me a headache, and the taste makes me gag. Veal tastes much too stringy and weird. Venison is too tough, gamey, and smoky.
So, basically, it comes down to cow, buffalo, chicken, and emu, and of course fish and shellfish (and dairy and eggs and honey). I love the tastes of all those mentioned meats just fine. But I know when I feel like eating red meat and when I don't. When Adam cooks up a good steak, or a roast beef, or brisket, or fabulous pot roast, I'm perfectly happy. But on my own, I usually won't eat red meat unless it's a very good steak and cheese sandwich, like from the Pizza Palace place near Charlotte's house.
I think I could do this right, if I informed myself well enough. This would only be for myself, personal and private.
Smallville season seven premiere
Sep. 27th, 2007 09:02 pmDamn, I love this show.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.
Smallville season seven premiere
Sep. 27th, 2007 09:02 pmDamn, I love this show.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.
Smallville season seven premiere
Sep. 27th, 2007 09:02 pmDamn, I love this show.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.
I think that no matter how many seasons it lasts, Smallville will always have appeal and will stay strong. After all, it's Superman's adolescence. They could tell any story they want and it would still be exciting.
This episode proved it.
Fantastic.
That is all.