Candice:  this year I gave up beef, pork and chocolate for Lent.  I’ve given up chocolate every year for many years and it’s become almost too easy. This year it’s been HARD with the added beef and pork.

I’ve found that I need to sleep less, that I have WAY more energy, and that I’ve already lost a few pounds.  I think there are a lot of chemicals in our meats that we don’t really think about.

That being said, my Easter Sunday breakfast will be Eggs Benedict!  Maybe after that I’ll go down to only one day a week with pork or beef.  It just feels too good not to have all those nitrates in my body.

"The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critial Theory" by Carol Adams - it’s fantastic.. check it out.

Oh Candice…the more I read from you, the more I respect you. First the brushing off superstitions as "cheap literary contrivances", then your sudden epiphany of how disturbing the act of carving into someone else’s flesh is…I can relate all to well. I can never fully articulate WHY I won’t eat most meat (I’ve tried to cut out ALL meat and have at times succeeded, but, I am only human after all…). It’s more of a matter of "Why am *I* the one being questioned here? How come YOU have no qualms about feasting on someone else’s flesh?!" Because, really, it’s the easiest thing in the world to imagine your own carcass being on that plate. It’s not superstition; it’s compassion.

But it’s hard to say that to people without being, what you called, "a pain the ass"…so at dinner, I simply shut the you-know-what up and silently question the sick nature of my own species.

Ah, yes, a wee bit o’ blarney is appropriate this weekend. My Husband is matching in the parade in HTFD on Sat … he was the Irishman of the year a few years ago and it totally went to his big Irish head so he marches every year now, and his mother was English & Swedish so he’s a stubborn coot to boot. My mother, like you, when she married my Italian father, had to learn to make a good sauce, which she learned from one of his 6 sisters, ( probably because a boiled dinner wouldn’t cut it with my dad :-) and her lasagna became famous.  

You know, thinking of this wonderful nationality blending, you should go over the the Rachel Maddow thread where I was having an interesting conversation with Lou Hoover about Southern vs Yankee manners, something I’ve thought about and had a difficult time explaining. It would be nice if you could improve my lame attempts.

Top o’ the mornin to ye, me dear, have a good weekend ♧

Omigawd, I love duck. Done in a cooking bag at 350 degree at half an hour a pound, it will fill the house with an aroma that will make me salivate like Pavlov’s dawg. Then heaven will come to my mouth.

And when you drain the bag, you get lots of a nice light oil and some apsic that makes delicious rice.

Less for Candice, more for meeeeee!

I am such a carnivore. I perfer organic meat, yes, and I am intrigued by the idea of cruelty-free shmeat but I love the taste of dead, cooked flesh.

i cant eat animals any more either- not since i ofund out where chops come from and what steak actually is lol

i love animals too much :)