Little did my dad know that his one and only daughter would one day become all three of the things he detested most. Being a square-toothed-liberal-hippy-vegetarian-feminist-Mormon-gypsy (and apparently, pirate) hasn't always been easy, but like Jesus never said, but Mae West did, "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it."
I've always kind of enjoyed the road less traveled.
Knowing the signs of Vegetarianism is surprisingly easy. If you find yourself gagging at the sight/smell/thought of eating meat, then you may be a Vegetarian.
Other signs of being a vegetarian include eating a lot of fruits, vegetables, grains and legumes.
It's a pretty short list.
On the other hand, if you find yourself fantasizing about animal flesh, begin salivating at the thought of rare beef, and come from a long line of ranchers, then you may be my husband. He enjoys filching and twisting quotes from Discover Magazine and threw this little gem at me last night:
"One percent of Americans are practicing Vegetarians, and a half percent are Vegan--and a mere 10% are vegetarian informed, meaning they may occasionally eat meat, but enjoy it a lot less than I do." --Mountain ManPoor guy.
If only he'd known the signs.
How do you feel about Vegetarianism? (Be honest, there's no judging here, friends.)