I have something to tell you.
I kind of, sort of stopped eating meat. I'm kind of, maybe, a vegetarian now. It's something that's been building since I saw a fucked up This American Life about pig farming and then solidified last week when The Boyfriend and I watched Fassbinder's In a Year with 13 Moons, which contains a graphic slaughterhouse scene. Add to this the fact that I've been researching chicken processing plants (as much as I can stand to) for my new play and voila... I'm off meat.
It's been kind of hard so far. I'm poor white trash from Kentucky, so meat has always been in every meal. In general, if a meal doesn't contain meat then I still feel empty when I finish eating. On top of that, I loathe any kind of fake meat, or at least the varieties I've tried.
So far all I can think of to eat is potatoes (French fries! tater tots!), salads, and various casseroles. Tonight I'm making tater tot casserole, which I'm certain will be delicious.
I'm just nervous: what will I do when I run out of vegetarian comfort food?
Also, vegetarian cooking? Seriously?
I'm so boring and old now. I can't really call this blog Tarhearted anymore. It's become so gentle. I quit smoking. I started jogging and doing yoga. I'm a vegetarian. Lame.
I should go back to writing about things that matter, like why women who don't dry their hair before they get on the subway are disgusting.