I attended a little event today on a road trip and it was pleasant enough; the weather was great, the setting very inviting, the chit-chat interesting. There was, however, one perplexing thing that had me thinking all the way home.
This was an all-female event and, of course, there was good food to accompany this event. There was a nice selection of fresh salads, rice dishes, veggie muffins, veggie/egg casseroles, etc. There was a distinct absence of meat. It was even discussed on and off during the time we sat down to eat.The conversation would drift to other topics and then someone would comment on how good something was and bam...there it was again. The discussion of the absence of meat. "This is an all-girl party" was even voiced, making that a defense for no sight of the first crumb of chicken, turkey, pork, beef, fish...you name it. If it was even considered meat--nada.
When did females get the idea odd idea that we don't need meat? Of course, if an individual--male or female-- doesn't want to be a carnivore, I'm fine with that. Some of the nicest people I know are herbivores. But all of us? Just because of an x chromosome? When did that happen?
I like meat. I have seldom met a cut of meat from any two-legged, four-legged, finned, or feathered being that I couldn't tolerate. Okay; maybe chicken feet, but that falls into a whole different category. But a cheeseburger, a pork cutlet, a piece of salmon or a catfish filet, and any configuration of chicken or turkey (barring the feet once again, thank you) and I'm there.
Thankfully, I was cruising home after the party through Montgomery and the burgers were frying at the local Stop 'n Sea. When I got home and bit into that loaded cheeseburger, I was one happy, dainty little carnivore.
