a little over a month ago i decided to go vegetarian and this will be my first thanksgiving without turkey! i think this might be the hardest day for me. i love me some turkey. but i dont really want to talk all about the quitting and all that. i want to talk about an unintended side effect!
i remember clearly when i was about 10 i went to my aunt's house for my two week summer vacation. she only lived in the next state, not even an hour drive away, but i loved my little vacation. this time my brother had the task of driving me there, he would have been about 20, to bribe him into taking me my aunt said she would cook for him. my aunt could cook! i remember she made pork chops and i remembered when we sat down to eat and she wanted to put a pork chop on my plate i refused. i have no idea what came over me but i didnt want that pork chop.
from that day forward i would not eat pork. wasnt raised that way, didnt know anyone else who was that way, just knew it wasnt for me. years later if i did accidentally eat some pork i would usually know it because i would become sick. i would always tell people i dont eat pork and they would always say but you eat bacon right? what? bacon is pork! i never had a good answer why i didnt want to eat it and i hated always asking what kind of meat was in something. it led to lots of awkward conversations.
now, i just ask if there is meat and i state that i am a vegetarian and no one makes a big deal about it. some people want to know why but vegetarianism is so mainstream now that it really isnt a big deal. i am sure if i dated a cattle baron it might come up and be kind of a big deal but for the most part and in the town i live, it really isnt even a conversation starter. no more awkward i dont eat pork conversations. another positive to giving up meat!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
name in the window
sometimes you grow up with something and it never crosses your mind that others might think it is weird and then when that happens it makes you stop and think.................
i grew up in a small town, population about 2,000 and we were basically the blinking light intersection in the highway between two larger cities. it is basically a bedroom community where generations of families have lived and you know almost everyone in town. my childhood was one of being raised by a village, i was on my own a lot, original latch-key kid, but all my nosey neighbors were watching!
i now live in a larger city, at one end of that highway that goes through my small town, they now have 2 traffic signals! the other day i decided to go to the mall with a friend of mine but took a large detour to my hometown to run a couple of errands. we drove down the "main drag" past the local methodist church and there were cars parked every where. we were trying to decide what was going on, hoping for a local bake sale with homemade goodies when she noticed a lot of people were wearing black and thought it might be a funeral. i said we would be driving past the funeral home so we could see who's name was in the window.
what? we can see who's name is in the window? they put names in the window? yeah, that's how you know who died and when the funeral is. right then we got to the funeral home, look, in the window, there is his name and it mentions the methodist church, it is his funeral today.
my friend couldnt believe it. to me it was a way to pass the word in my small town so you know who to pay your respects to and maybe if you want to duck in and sign the guest book or attend the visitation. we were lucky to have a local paper but it only comes out once a week, if you waited to find out who died by reading the paper you could miss the service. makes complete sense to me, never occured to me that it would not make sense to someone else.
i grew up in a small town, population about 2,000 and we were basically the blinking light intersection in the highway between two larger cities. it is basically a bedroom community where generations of families have lived and you know almost everyone in town. my childhood was one of being raised by a village, i was on my own a lot, original latch-key kid, but all my nosey neighbors were watching!
i now live in a larger city, at one end of that highway that goes through my small town, they now have 2 traffic signals! the other day i decided to go to the mall with a friend of mine but took a large detour to my hometown to run a couple of errands. we drove down the "main drag" past the local methodist church and there were cars parked every where. we were trying to decide what was going on, hoping for a local bake sale with homemade goodies when she noticed a lot of people were wearing black and thought it might be a funeral. i said we would be driving past the funeral home so we could see who's name was in the window.
what? we can see who's name is in the window? they put names in the window? yeah, that's how you know who died and when the funeral is. right then we got to the funeral home, look, in the window, there is his name and it mentions the methodist church, it is his funeral today.
my friend couldnt believe it. to me it was a way to pass the word in my small town so you know who to pay your respects to and maybe if you want to duck in and sign the guest book or attend the visitation. we were lucky to have a local paper but it only comes out once a week, if you waited to find out who died by reading the paper you could miss the service. makes complete sense to me, never occured to me that it would not make sense to someone else.
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