My wife Mary is a vegetarian. She has controlled Type 2 Diabetes for 4 1/2 years with her diet, which swings from vegetarian to raw vegetarian to raw vegan depending on her needs and what she feels is necessary. She is a real role model as far as I am concerned.
I am a carnivore, I just don't eat much beef. I like chicken, turkey, fish, and pork. She rarely lets an opportunity go by to gently needle me about my dead animal proclivity.
This afternoon, she was painting parts of a small wooden farm set she made for our eldest granddaughter's 3rd birthday coming up. Here was the conversation:
"I am painting the little piglets pink. They are really sweet."
Me (unsuspecting carnivore): "Cool"
"You ate one this morning."
"Huh? I ate what..?"
"You ate one this morning. A pig."
"I ate a whole pig?! It was a Tim Horton's Breakfast Sandwich..."
"It had sausage, right?"
"That hardly qualifies as a whole pig."
"Tell that to the pig."
I know when I am beaten....I went back to typing, secure in the fact that she loves me enough to want me around, but I do like sausage.
Mary brought the finished critters in to show me. They reflected her careful, beautiful work. I looked at the little pigs. I swear the little suckers were smirking...
Sigh.
Tim
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