In college, I used to live with a vegetarian. A strict vegetarian. No leather shoes. She wouldn’t eat non-vegan cheese. There were no marshmallows floating around our apartment. She certainly didn’t slurp down any jiggly Jell-O desserts (they were made with gelatin, a no-no). So when I cooked, you can imagine I wasn’t grilling up any lamb chops for myself. There were plenty of Mexican-style taco salads overflowing with TVP, but nary a roast chicken would be found in our little kitchen.
But it was Berkeley in the late ’90’s, who wasn’t a vegetarian? Dietary restrictions were the norm. Although I wasn’t a vegetarian, due to the time, and to the place, I ate like one. Now it seems, that I know very few vegetarians. Even my old roommate, that staunch vegetarian, is now an omnivore. So goes it. [...]
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