JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

Strange things can happen to you while you blog. You might even change your mind.

Months ago I described my vegetarian desires that I had given up for love. Whenever Ted travelled, I would make meatless dishes and imagine what life could be like without butcher bills. I wasn’t that excited about my marriage compromise to be a carnivore and hoped somehow I could turn Ted onto tofu.

But now, as I’ve posted recent pieces describing carpaccio appetizer and Burger King vocabulary, I am becoming more comfortable with my carnivorous practices. I’ll even confess I have cravings. Hey, I eat meat! It’s the way we live. It fits our family.

In LA we ate all kinds of critters. The girls tried octopi, chicken legs and fish eyes. That’s what we do when we’re with our relatives, and at home, but on a smaller scale. Perhaps it was on this trip when I realized I should accept that we are what we eat…and it’s okay.

Soon after we had come home I read this via Jay McCarthy and I meant to re-post it earlier…:

Favorite Indian joke about the Chinese: How do we know that Adam and Eve were not Chinese? Because they ate the apple, not the snake.

Ted liked it and so did I. Hey, snake even sounds tasty, more appetizing than apple!
Maybe I’m Chinese too…;-)