Exactly half of my life, I have said no to meat. I remember my last meal: an ostrich fajita. And I will always remember “my first meal” from now on.
It is an emotional, new stage of who I am. I am re-discovering tastes, smells and lots of feelings. In some ways, it is like being a kid again.
In the past few days, I took pictures of all the meat I ate. I am in a shock. In a good sense. I am glad that I will be an average person again when it comes to what I eat. I feel the need to be “just average” in some things.
Because of the breastfeeding, I wanted to make sure that Zoárd will not have problems with his iron level. And when I looked at lists and charts, liver is the super winner. Give him spinach?! Ha! Spinach would go home crying after just one look at a strong, confident chicken liver.
I knew my husband is not keen on eating liver and that is how the idea came to me. I used to love eating liver. I asked my mom to make me spinach and liver for my 13th birthday. (I had no idea I asked to have an iron party…)
I stopped eating meat when I was 17. I worked at Jack in the Box at the time and it got to a point where I felt very uncomfortable eating meat or even being around it when it was fried.
And now my story has been told. This is so strange, believe me!