I cook most of the meals at home, sometimes my husband makes something, but usually it's me. I recently became a vegetarian-having watched a rag tag bunch of documentaries on environmentalism and food- so what I make is usually meat free. The hard part comes with making something that adheres to my moral/diet code, and at the same time my husband will eat. Chances are there will be no beets for supper.
It seems like I have to get more creative now that I have cut-most- flesh out of our diet. In stead of meat burgers;I end up having to figure out how to make vegetarian patties, that a. stay together, and b. taste better than cardboard. Or introduce foods that meet with eyebrows-high-concerned expressions... Quinoa... Falafel... Lentils... Things of that nature.
But the real difference that I have noticed is with me. I seem to be eating less. Husband still eats the same amount, and still enjoys the meal... but I am not eating as much as I did when chicken was part of the meal...
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