a delay in posting
I ate chicken THursday. I'm glad i did, but i don't think i'm converting back to omnivore or pescatarian any time soon. I was making my client's dinner the other night,a nd it was fried chicken chucks with bread clumbs with herbs and lemon pepper in it, and it just looked so amazing and smelled fantastic.
I was cooking and doing everything for an hour, the whole time looking at he golden meat morsels I'd created on the plate. It was so perfect. I reached for it and stopped myself. AS i continued to fry other bits of chicken, i remembered what Erik had told me so many times, ant it's not the meat that smells so good, but the seasoning. I tried to ask myself what caused me to stop if i wanted it so bad? Was it fear? was it morals? or did i really just not want it?
my client's food served, i gave in, telling myself just to do it. Do it!
As if my body were not my won, i grabbed a piece and shoved it in my mouth, almost surprised.
"Oh! Whoa - it's in my mouth already. Yep, it's in there. Chew, remember that's what comes next." So focused was i in remembering how to function my mouth that i nearly forgot to notice the taste, the texture. The taste was blander than i had thought it might by. I had forgotten that adding a flavored layer to a it would be like adding color to white paint to make it all go further
I was cooking and doing everything for an hour, the whole time looking at he golden meat morsels I'd created on the plate. It was so perfect. I reached for it and stopped myself. AS i continued to fry other bits of chicken, i remembered what Erik had told me so many times, ant it's not the meat that smells so good, but the seasoning. I tried to ask myself what caused me to stop if i wanted it so bad? Was it fear? was it morals? or did i really just not want it?
my client's food served, i gave in, telling myself just to do it. Do it!
As if my body were not my won, i grabbed a piece and shoved it in my mouth, almost surprised.
"Oh! Whoa - it's in my mouth already. Yep, it's in there. Chew, remember that's what comes next." So focused was i in remembering how to function my mouth that i nearly forgot to notice the taste, the texture. The taste was blander than i had thought it might by. I had forgotten that adding a flavored layer to a it would be like adding color to white paint to make it all go further