I was a two -year vegetarian. I started when I watched a documentary at 2 am on Tuesday’s random. It was about how to live the animals that ended on our paintings with their life until they end. After watching it, I can no longer eat meat. First, it became vegetarian, and then turned into a vegetarian. I did not force anyone’s life. I just wanted to live in a way that is in line with my values.
But my family did not think the same way. My husband, Dave, believes that every meal should include something that was born, full or tight. My children, Liam (12) and Sufi (9), were identical and can eat bacon with anything.
So at first, every time I put the tofu on my layer, they did the same jokes:
“Oh no, my mother ate the white sponge again.”
“Don’t let this tofu touch the steaks!”
Initially, I laughed. I didn’t want to be this person, the person who destroys dinner with statistics on methane emissions. But with the passage of time, the bite began to bite. I was strange in my house.
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