There are people in this world who like to tell others “I’m a vegetarian” and brag/complain/rant about how bad meat is for a person and the like. It’s almost bad to admit you like meat in some ways. I mean, people accept that others eat meat, but no one ever seems to admit to loving it more than anything else.
I wonder why that is.
I am, as I often tell people, a meat eater.
I’m a carnivore (well maybe I’m an omnivore, but I’d be happy being a carnivore). I believe I was given certain types of teeth in order to eat meat. I love meat and I’ll never stop eating it.
So move over vegetarians, I’m a meat eater and like you, I’m proud to admit to my dietary needs. No ever puts that on a dietary requirements sheet though, do they?!
However, saying that I love meat, I do have my limites.
I love chicken, I like beef, I’m okay with a bit of lamb and I really do quite like bacon and sausages.
Put a duck or rabbit in front of me and I’ll walk out.
Send veal my way and I’ll literally want to be sick.
I guess, the way I see it, I like “standard” meat and I’m more than happy to munch on it.
Sooo…chicken tonight anyone?