FoThanksgiving
There are very few days out of the year that have a constant theme to them. The exceptions for my family are as follows: Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving. All of these have one thing in common. Meat meat and more bloody meat. Well actually not literally bloody, but the point stands.
Six years go I was part of the meat-eating, turkey loving gravy basting entourage. But now I am part of the tofu loving, rabbit style eating gang. And it has put a serious dent in the traditional Thanksgiving scene.
My father called me the other day and asked “So, you still don’t eat meat?” Of course I don’t. “Ya your sister still doesnt either” ( I converted her to the green side about three years ago)
So now my family has the task of not only preparing the huge turkey they get every season, but also preparing a montage of vegetarian friendly food. And I am starting to feel bad.
It was easier to tell them I was gay than to tell them I was vegetarian.
