My Sweetheart and I are vegetarians; we eat fish now and then but who can resist sushi out here on the west-coast? So the strident rule-followers say we are not actually vegetarians. My mother calls us “pescatarians.” And just because we are vegetarians does not mean that we hate meat. I drool as I drive by the KFC and smell that chicken frying…I do look on longingly when I see a plate of thick cut bacon going by me in a restaurant…I breathe deeply when I am visiting my mother (a verified-card-carrying carnivore) and listen to the pork loin sizzle as it spins on the rotisserie…we do not hate meat. We choose not to eat it.
Whatever though, that is not the issue. The issue is that we are raising our kids as vegetarians. Much to the horror of many people.
People exclaim in shock that the girls are not going to get enough protein. They won’t get any vitamin B-12, they won’t get iron, they won’t get this or that or…
Do people realize that there are cultures where vegetarianism is the accepted norm? Do people realize that just because I do not eat the “salty-supreme” pizza with salami and pepperoni on it, I will be okay? and my kids will be okay?
Some people have suggested that we are making decisions for the girls that are not ours to make. And then they asked if we were going to have the girls baptised. From what I understand you cannot “undo” a baptism. At least if the kids decide at some point later on in their lives that they in fact want to eat a shitty old hamburger, they can do whatever they like. So bring on the tofu-de-beast, I am hungry for some dinner!!