My host, a new friend, asks if I'm drinking red or white. I tell him that depends on what's for dinner. Turns out, it's lamb.Read the rest of Jonathan Safran Foer's thoughtful commentary in the January/February 2010 issue of Men's Health Magazine...
"I'm so sorry," I say, feeling like a jerk for being a jerk, and also like a jerk for feeling like a jerk. "Didn't I mention that I'm a vegetarian?"
I hadn't. So we move on to the consolation.
"Don't worry about it!" my host (still friendly) chirps. "There's plenty of other stuff. I made a great Caesar salad."
"I hope this question won't be annoying, but is there any anchovy in the dressing?"
"You don't eat anchovy?"
"I'm afraid not," I say, as if it weren't a choice.
"Just a little bit in a dressing spoils the whole salad?"
"Spoils isn't the right word," I say. Although it is.
And now, the inevitable: "Why don't you eat this stuff?"
Friday, January 01, 2010
Don't Hate Me, Meat Eaters
It's one of the greatest dilemmas in vegetarianism: how to talk about your diet without annoying your friends.
Posted by A at 2:01 PM