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My ever-evolving relationship with food
Apr. 10th, 2012 11:37 amI've been essentially pescaterian for a month now. So far so good. No huge and unavoidable meat cravings. It helps that I had already cut out chicken products, which are in practically everything, goddamn, and that the last two steaks I had were mediocre at best. I don't know if I'll ever go full veggie-- let's face it, I'm from Baltimore, so what is life without blue crabs and Old Bay? That said, I have not yet tested myself against bacon.
The reasons are more a protest against factory farming than eating meat in general. I'm okay with eating meat-- it's the circle of life, baby. Sure, we don't need to eat meat, but we as a species have evolved to hunt and eat meat just like a ton of other omnivorous species, so... enh. My problem is that the methods we use to raise chickens and pigs and cows for food in this country are just abominable. Nothing should be brought into this world, housed in abject filth, disallowed any freedoms or kindnesses, subjected to what by any standards would be considered cruelty, and then killed inhumanely. It's not a system I want to support. We don't need to be monsters about it.
The jury is still out about how I feel about farmers' market meats... I may decide to eat those, I may not. I'm still doing my research. My dad hunts deer and brings us fresh venison every fall-- I will probably continue to eat that because I know it had a pretty decent life and was killed as humanely as one can.
As far as milk and eggs go: I've been eating cage free, organic eggs for years in most cases (it's all I buy, but I cannot control what goes into my food at restaurants, and I am not about to go vegan). I've been drinking more soy and almond milk and less dairy milk, but have not drawn a line on milk yet even though I do have problems with factory farming milking procedures.
Overall, I am practically pescaterian now, with very few exceptions.
Now, if I could only get a handle on my sugar cravings. This certainly comes from my childhood. I wonder if my parents even knew of the existence of vegetables. We were a meat and potatoes and sometimes a disgusting, mushy canned peas family all the way. Fighting that in my adult eating patterns has been very hard, but dating a vegetarians and diabetics has helped me reform quite a bit. I haven't even eaten a Twinkie in years, scout's honor.
Okay, back to work. Making jewelry with the Vintaj-ink painted metals I did last week, so I am in pastel-land. Must evict Nox from my lap, but he is purring so loud and clinging to my knee with both paws-- it's too fucking adorable. But alas, he is huge, and my legs will eventually fall asleep if I don't.
The reasons are more a protest against factory farming than eating meat in general. I'm okay with eating meat-- it's the circle of life, baby. Sure, we don't need to eat meat, but we as a species have evolved to hunt and eat meat just like a ton of other omnivorous species, so... enh. My problem is that the methods we use to raise chickens and pigs and cows for food in this country are just abominable. Nothing should be brought into this world, housed in abject filth, disallowed any freedoms or kindnesses, subjected to what by any standards would be considered cruelty, and then killed inhumanely. It's not a system I want to support. We don't need to be monsters about it.
The jury is still out about how I feel about farmers' market meats... I may decide to eat those, I may not. I'm still doing my research. My dad hunts deer and brings us fresh venison every fall-- I will probably continue to eat that because I know it had a pretty decent life and was killed as humanely as one can.
As far as milk and eggs go: I've been eating cage free, organic eggs for years in most cases (it's all I buy, but I cannot control what goes into my food at restaurants, and I am not about to go vegan). I've been drinking more soy and almond milk and less dairy milk, but have not drawn a line on milk yet even though I do have problems with factory farming milking procedures.
Overall, I am practically pescaterian now, with very few exceptions.
Now, if I could only get a handle on my sugar cravings. This certainly comes from my childhood. I wonder if my parents even knew of the existence of vegetables. We were a meat and potatoes and sometimes a disgusting, mushy canned peas family all the way. Fighting that in my adult eating patterns has been very hard, but dating a vegetarians and diabetics has helped me reform quite a bit. I haven't even eaten a Twinkie in years, scout's honor.
Okay, back to work. Making jewelry with the Vintaj-ink painted metals I did last week, so I am in pastel-land. Must evict Nox from my lap, but he is purring so loud and clinging to my knee with both paws-- it's too fucking adorable. But alas, he is huge, and my legs will eventually fall asleep if I don't.
