For the past few months, anytime I’ve had to touch raw meat when I’m cooking dinner, I always say, “I’m so close to becoming a vegetarian”. My ladyfriendfiance, who’s been a vegetarian in the past for solid amounts of time, always says, “Okay, let’s do it”, which basically calls my bluff. If someone else handles my meat, I don’t feel bad about it. (Yeah, I wrote that on purpose.)
Yesterday, we decided to just go with it for a week and see what happens. She wants to do it for more humane reasons; I want to do it because I hate touching raw meat. Plus, it’s not like people die from not eating meat. I can get my protein from yogurt, cheese, beans, whatever. I ain’t scared. If I get really weak and faint I’ll just but some supplements from ProteinPromo, you know, meal bars and vitamins go a long way!
What I found out last night:
- We bought enough groceries to last us until next Tuesday. We spent less money last night than we normally do when our cart is full of chicken breast and ground turkey.
- In a quest to find lunches for me to take to work (because I’m not quite ready for a cheese sammich yet), we were browsing Smart Ones. One of my favorite – the cheesy potatoes and broccoli – is made with chicken and beef stock.
- We had to switch up our normal stir fry sauce and refried beans because the ones we normally use had meat of some nature in them.
Last night, we had spaghetti with gigantic chunks of mushrooms in it that my ladyfriendfiance had sauteed with garlic. Tonight, we’re making things easy and going the veggie burger route. We have these likes empanadas, stir fry, burritos, etc. on our menu for the week. I think as long as we stay at home and don’t veer out into a restaurant or two (because the temptation IS TOO HARD), I’ll be a-okay.
In fact, I’m kind of excited to give it a try!