Michael and I have spoken lately about going more vegetarian in our diet. Better for one’s health and certainly better for the animals involved.
We’re not talking full-blown vegetarianism here (which I actually did do for three years, but anyway). Just a reduction of meat – maybe not every day. Two or three times a week.
I have been looking into some vegetarian meal options. On Saturday, I made a Mac & Cheese. Lots of milk and cheese went into it, but nothing died for it. Sunday, I made an omelet, same principle.
(I must just mention that omelet should have been nominated for best omelet of the year. It was light, fluffy and had in it as a filling cheese, tomato, green peppers and John West tuna. (Okay, so a tuna fish probably did die for that, my bad).
The next day, Michael cracked. When he realised that I was making a chickpea casserole for Meatless Monday, he said, (and I quote) “Ag no, I can’t take it anymore. I need real food! – I’m getting a Steers’ burger.”
This was not received with good grace by yours truly. In my defense, I had spent the last hour in the kitchen, steaming the chickpeas and dicing up my own hand grown kale (!!) and making a cheese and onion white sauce to put on it.
We had it for lunch, but Michael made no bones about the fact that he was having a Steer’s burger for supper. Real food.
I told him that the meal we had just eaten was probably the most nutricious thing that either of us had ingested all year. But good luck with the Steers’ burger.
I blame Steers’ advertising slogan: Real Food made Real Good.