Meat Eater!
My dad, raising his eyebrow says,"You know, there's meat in that right?"
Me, continuing to eat my broccoli salad , "Pfffft....very funny, no there is NOT."
He laughs, "Sorry kid, but there is....there are little tiny bits of real bacon in there."
"No there's not, Mom doesn't use that packet when she makes it."
"KRISTY...look at it...see those little pink bits...that's called bacon...and its made of pig...and you're eating it."
l look down at my salad.
"Okay, so why did mom put bacon in this if she's a vegetarian?"
My dad shrugs, "Sometimes, she needs to eat a little meat."
I throw the rest of my salad away, making whiney-bothered-noises.
My dad is still laughing at me.
Rude.
That's probably the first time I've had bacon in....two years? Maybe a bit less...maybe more? I was trying to find the entry I made saying I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian, but it isn't in my memories, thus making it difficult to find.
Sasha will be pleased. Hopefully one taste won't send me reeling into a meat-eating-flesh-thirsty-frenzy, not unlike a shark after it smells and tastes its first drop of blood.
Picture (in honor of another return to Davis)
Funfetti cake (senza bacon bits!) and coffee from ze CoHo. Taken sometime in June 2006, my last day in Davis before moving to SD.
Me, continuing to eat my broccoli salad , "Pfffft....very funny, no there is NOT."
He laughs, "Sorry kid, but there is....there are little tiny bits of real bacon in there."
"No there's not, Mom doesn't use that packet when she makes it."
"KRISTY...look at it...see those little pink bits...that's called bacon...and its made of pig...and you're eating it."
l look down at my salad.
"Okay, so why did mom put bacon in this if she's a vegetarian?"
My dad shrugs, "Sometimes, she needs to eat a little meat."
I throw the rest of my salad away, making whiney-bothered-noises.
My dad is still laughing at me.
Rude.
That's probably the first time I've had bacon in....two years? Maybe a bit less...maybe more? I was trying to find the entry I made saying I was thinking about becoming a vegetarian, but it isn't in my memories, thus making it difficult to find.
Sasha will be pleased. Hopefully one taste won't send me reeling into a meat-eating-flesh-thirsty-frenzy, not unlike a shark after it smells and tastes its first drop of blood.
Picture (in honor of another return to Davis)
Funfetti cake (senza bacon bits!) and coffee from ze CoHo. Taken sometime in June 2006, my last day in Davis before moving to SD.