Long story short, I’ve always been a big animal lover, but I’ve been looking after a variety of animals in latter years and have come to a point where I would just really don’t want to eat them anymore.
I always preferred a tomato over a steak, as far back as I can remember, but my family ate meat every day with nearly every meal. Meat was just like bread in my mind for the longest time… I knew what it was, but didn’t really. I started weaning myself off of meat about three years ago when I started preparing it myself. For the first time I was seeing it in its raw state, all bloody and pink and dead, and began to lose my desire to eat it. For the past few years I’ve only eaten a piece of meat with about two meals a week, and I’d almost stopped eating beef completely, so I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Then, thanks to my dreams, I realized that it’s the little meat components in a larger dish that torment me: pepperoni, ground beef in Hamburger Helper, chunks of chicken in salads, sausage in jambalaya, meatballs in spaghetti, and the occasional cheap beef jerky.
And yes, the meat substitutes… I have the entire Boca line in my freezer and have been casually nibbling on their products for about a year now, and have grown quite fond of their spicy chicken patties. I have also tried a couple of other brands. “Today’s smart choice for protein without all the fat and cholesterol of real meat” is quite decent, actually, especially when you cook it well.
So it actually has been a fairly gradual transition. I think part of what causes me to dream about it is the daily struggle to whip up something meatless in a household that still eats quite a bit of meat. (I still live with my parents.) I never dreamt about meat when I was casually avoiding it and eating it occasionally when it looked appetizing. Taking it on as a principle seems to be stressing me out subconsciously…
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