For several years, I was a vegetarian. However, since it had nothing to do with morality and everything to do with taste, I would fudge to be polite.
Like if I was at a dinner party, let’s say, or home with my parents. If there was meat in the lasagna, I wasn’t going to pick it all out; I was just going to eat it.
Slowly but surely, I found myself firmly in the omnivore column. (I didn’t realize quite how much until Lent rolled around this year and I gave up meat, only to realize just how much of it I was eating.)
Which is why, when some of the Flyer staff decided to do a barbecue-rib judging/eating contest this year, I signed right up.
