My diet growing up was largely vegetarian with meat being something that we ate when we went out or something my mother made when we were having guests for dinner. So eating vegetarian is very easy for me. I dont have any meat cravings or feel any absence in my diet, most of the time…
Recently we had a big barbecue in the park for the whole class and extended CIID community. There are plenty of vegetarians among us and there were lots of vegetarian options such as veggie skewers and halloumi.
But for the first time I felt a bit of a pang of longing.
Barbecues have always been about sausages. It is the quintessential picnic scenario. A few curvy sausages all lined up on the grill, cooking away. For the first time, I felt the longing to eat meat. And it wasn’t about the meat, it was about the experience. The story that I was used to.
Its always about the story with sausages. The idea of them is so much better than the thing itself. Dont even think about how they are made. And then when you put it in your mouth its somewhat neutral flavoured mystery meat that you end up slobbering in ketchup and mustard. And yet I lusted a little…
