When I ask God for a sign as to what I should do, I always make it clear the sign I expect is a full-sized billboard with a few neon arrows pointing to it.
So far She had never obliged but I usually understand through the subtle repetition He sends over a period of days. This works because of that stupid joke that has stayed with me through the years. You have probably heard of it. A man is at sea and his ship capsizes. A boat, a ship and a helicopter all come by to rescue him but he refuses each one waiting for God. When he dies, he asks God why She didn’t rescue him. God answers that He sent a boat, a ship and a helicopter.
In other words, God (in Her/His infinite wisdom) knows that He/She doesn’t need to pull a miracle when She/He can use so many of the humans at his disposal.
Given that I nearly drowned once and don’t wish to repeat the experience, I’ve made peace with my billboard with neon arrows will actually be a more pedantic sign.
And so it came to pass that while mulling over a change I wanted to take, God and I (and hubby) talked it over. Then I began to read for my WWI romance series. And there it was in black and white (no flashing arrows). Meatless Mondays. You see, wars are fought in the stomachs, not just the battlefields, trenches and skies. To feed our Doughboys and our allies, the Tommies, Poilus and petit Belges Americans would need to ship tonnes and tonnes of food overseas.
That meant everyday Americans were asked to sacrifice by giving up meat on day a week, wheat one day a week, pork a day etc.
I could do no less than my ancestors. After all, my grandfather and his family arrived in Baltimore Harbor in 1913, and although he regretted being too young to fight, he would have contributed to the cause in such a manner.
So why not? Alas the days went buy and although I encountered the same information again and again, I did not make the commitment.
Enter Ted Talks. Wow! Talk about a guilt trip. The vast acreages required to raise meat is horrendous, the damage to our planet, the waste, and the health issues from the consumption were compelling.
So yes, I got the message.
But I will never willingly become a vegan: My reasons are simple:
1 Biologically/Chemically, plants to not have all the base pairs that humans need to create proteins. This deficet causes health issues later.
2 I crave a hamburger/steak occasionally, and bacon is my friend.
Now, going vegetarian presents it’s own problems
I hate fish (aka the liver of the sea) I’ve tried it more times than I care to count and the results are always the same. I want to vomit and sometimes I do. Shellfish is yummy but it’s not a fish, it’s a crustacean. Different branch of the family tree—like a stranger in a tribe of cannibals.
I can’t stand pasta. My children and husband love it, I eat something else instead of trying to gag it down.
I don’t like curry.
Which leaves me, um, trying hard to find meals. I’ve made enough Chili rellenos to cause a revolt in my family. I have a vegetarian enchilada recipe that everyone likes. But I would like something spicy that comes from another food ethnicity. So if you have any recipes, pass them along:D