Nice to Meat You

After twelve years of vegetarianism, well, pescatarianism, the Lady has returned to the meat-eating ways of her youth. The decision, I'm told, is prompted largely by her sensitivity to soy and soy-related ingredients in loads of vegetarian protein options. The results of her consumption of her soy are akin to, and I quote, "having a knitting needle stabbed into my abdomen". Should she win an award for overdramatization? Perhaps. However, having witnessed a reaction or two since we've met, I understand her aversion. That said, for the past few months, she has reintroduced meat into her diet and things appear to be going smoothly.

She has reminisced about past meat-eating experiences, especially a few nibbles she snuck in during her decade of meat-celibacy, namely:

5. A bite of steak while on holiday in Victoria five years ago. The cheese plate that followed was better, though!

4. Chicken livers at Ichiban with her favourite New Yorkers, Hallie and Krista. The creamy texture of the livers exceeded her expectation.

3. A hotdog whilst on a date with the S.O. Specifically, she says, because the first bite with its yielding snap of the casing and the steamy centre is something she dreamt about for years.

2. Moose, Filipino-barbecue style at her friend's baby shower. Hunted by her friend, the Archaeologist, and cooked up by his now-wife, this meat was savoury and addictive.

1. A piece of Filet Mignon shared at a chain steakhouse over a year ago.

Those who have known the Lady for many years -and obsessed over or ridiculed her vegetarianism- have pondered why she returned to consuming meat. Was it outside influence or pressure? Weakness for the meat as it called to her tastily from the plate? Only she'll ever know, I suppose. What do I care? I'm a purse!