When I say I love to eat beef, I have noticed pain and reproach in the face of the listeners. Once when I ordered pork, a barely noticeable silence engulfed the table before the boisterous tone of the ensuing conversation resumed. If you are too baffled by my preferences, let me assure I haven't eaten dogs or snakes yet. In fact, it took me a year and an excellent company to try out snails and also frog legs, all on the same night. If you are traumatized by my eating habits, you should have hung out with the boys from my neighborhood. They were into crows.
I have trouble eating only healthy food for a prolonged period. I need to have my boost of meat shooting up my blood streams to function in an efficient manner. The love for unhealthy food was also evident when my friend sent me a long email extorting the evils of fried chicken from one of famous chains. After carefully reading the article, I wanted to run out to get a bucket of fried chicken. On hind sight, my friend should not have send the pictures of fried chicken along with the email.
At the same time, I do not force my eating habits on others. In return, I expect the same. Recently, I was a silent listener to a conversation between a eight year old and her mom. They were talking about food.
Mom: Do you like chicken? I can make it for you
Daughter: *smiling*Yes, I do. *pauses and then reflects* I like beef too.
Mom: *shocked* How can you? Have you seen a cow? It is a very big animal.
Mom: *explaining* They kill such a big animal and you are eating it.
Daughter: *listening and processing the information*
Mom: *drives in the final nail* It is a shame to kill such a big animal and eat it.
Daughter: *excitedly*We are not killing it. They are killing it. We are only eating it.