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  1. Respect Thy Food

    February 17, 2013 by betaman

    It’s been quite a few years now since I first realized the importance of quality over quantity when it comes to liquor. The times of consuming mass quantities just for the drunk are long gone. I know now that life is way too short for cheap gin.

    The same is true when it comes to eating meat, though it’s only been a couple years since I first started focusing quality over quantity. I haven’t eaten meat just for meat’s sake in a long time. Movies like Food, Inc. and Baraka helped me become mindful about my meat consumption, but I still enjoyed an organic lamb chop or the occasional local grass fed beef from a farmers market.

    I understand why the wife made me eat the whole shank of lamb I was given one day while working at the ranch last summer. It took me a few days, but to not finish it would be disrespectful to the animal. I respected every last savory bite, believe me.

    Having been vegetarian now for only a week, I’m already developing a new found respect for my food and where it comes from. After watching Dive!: Living off America’s Waste, I am also growing more dumbfounded at how much food Americans throw out every day. Meanwhile those pork chops still lie buried in the fridge, though they are no longer calling my name.

      


  2. Want Not. Waste Not.

    February 16, 2013 by betaman

    I know, the proverbial saying – Waste not, want not. – goes the other way around. But I believe we should put more thought into what and how much we’re going to eat before wasting what we don’t want.

    It just pains me to see good food go to waste, and just as I expected there are now three leftover pork chops calling my name. Prior to my flexitarian diet decision, I could see myself gobbling them up a number of different ways the very next day… in tacos or a burrito with beans and lots of cheese, sliced thin and sautéd in barbecue sauce on a bun, or cold by the mouthful while squatting in front of the fridge drawer where they are currently buried and probably already forgotten.

    Oddly enough, I don’t have craving to go chomp on the lost chops, as much as I have a sadness that they are going to waste.