Next month will be one year since I stopped buying meat (still buy lots of seafood). I am by no means a vegetarian. I enjoy it when eating at others' houses or if I'm inclined to order it in a restaurant. I don't believe in rules, but both Andrew and I have consistently "leaned" in the direction of vegetarianism and now, veganism. I love to cook and above all else I want my food to taste good and make me feel good. Often people (especially within the yoga community) ask me, "Oh, are you a vegetarian/vegan?"
The answer is no, I simply eat what I consider healthful and I have more and more trouble supporting the industrialized meat industry. That's where it stops. I have a major problem with all the moral judgments we place on diet.
These photos are from an especially yummy meal I made the other night. Salmon rolls from Lotsa Pasta, chilled avocado soup with cucumber, grape tomatoes, and cilantro, spinach salad, and roasted corn.
About six weeks ago I quit buying eggs, milk, and butter. However, I can't even think of giving up parmesan and greek yogurt.
No milk is no problem if you have this for your coffee.
In other words, I see no point in giving yourself strict rules that ultimately end in a feeling of deprivation. Maybe I'm dense and it took too long to reach this conclusion, but once I did, it's became easier to sift through all the food chatter.
The more I cook, the more I love it. Our trip to Jungle Jim's this weekend was heaven...and of course we bought tons of wonderful cheese: