I watched vegucated the other day.

It is always a bad move when I do stuff like that.  Hubby gets all stressed out, and I lie in bed, tossing and turning over the fact that my meat really, truly and honestly does come from an animal.

I always try to picture my steak and chicken breasts growing in happy fields and being gently picked by loving hands. I still close my eyes at all the “farm” shots that these movies include, it keeps me in my little naive bubble.

And before my friends and family who are sometimes required to prepare meals for me freak out here, I am not going “all veggy” on you.

Really, I’m’ not.

But I am thinking.

I sat down the day after I watched the show and had a chat with hubby.  I said “I want to eat less meat”  He got all defensive like carnivore men will get and said (as above) “Oh great, you are going all Vegy”

I explained.

To me it is just being “aware” of the fact that I am eating meat. Acknowledging what it was, and accepting that I chose to eat it.  I imagine that this will cause me to eat less meat, because I don’t like acknowledging that meat comes from animals (pretty fields, chicken drumsticks being plucked from trees!)

I also think that eating less meat, (and therefor eating more vegetarian options) IS healthier.  I mean, we eat A LOT of meat.

And then I said, “It means we will have to eat more fish” (cause fish aren’t really animals….I know this is “wrong” but come on, give me some wiggle room)

Hubby loves fish, so he was okay with this.

Tonight I am making vegetarian chili.  Not sure if I should tell him it is cruelty-free/noanimalsdiedinthemakingofthischili  or if I should just call it chili and see what happens.

Hubby closed off the conversation saying “this is what I feared would happen when we moved to SaltSpring”

I just laughed and went to find my crystals and tarot cards . . .