You know all the usual excuses people use to account for the dead zone that is their blog? Yup, I’ll use those too. LIfe, etc. Discuss.
But I’m on a bit of a hiatus from my own house and am spending some time at my parents’ house. Or rather The House of Meat, as I like to call it. At home, I’m strictly a vegetarian cook. It would be nice if I could say it’s due to ethical commitments and moral living, but really it’s because I can’t stand the feel of animal flesh or the way blood pools in those thin layers of plastic. It’s just too icky for me, so pass the chick peas, please.
But away from home and I’m, like, the biggest carnivore that walks the planet. For the record, here’s a brief list of items I’ve consumed in the past 24 hours:
- Meat pie (flaky crust, direct from Canada, smeared with ketchup). A crispy slice of pork heaven, what’s not to like?
- Pot roast (complete with latkes and apple sauce. My favorite meal.)
- Bacon. Thin and crisp to the point of melting on my tongue. Need I say more
Taking flexitarianism to whole new levels and dimensions, that’s me!Vacation, all I wanted.