"What do you eat?" That's what everyone says. Actually they say "how do you know you're getting enough protein?" followed by the "but what do you eat" question. So I reckon if I get it down in a blog I can just say "read this" and you'll know.
I've never liked eating meat. I mean, that's what I grew up with but I didn't enjoy it. I don't think I even knew what a vegetarian was. You know, pot roast on Sundays, chicken, hamburgers, meatloaf. The usual. Oh, and the occasional it-must-be-a-few-days-until-payday creamed tuna on toast. If I'd known about Child Protective Services I'd surely have given them a call. But I just never like the whole meat thing. Back then, it had very little to do with any ethical position it just grossed me out.
After I got married I got very interested in cooking. I love cooking, entertaining, trying new recipes, exploring new cuisines. We didn't eat a lot of meat but we certainly weren't close to being vegetarian either. I gamely made roast turkey for Thanksgiving (I'd shake it over the garbage can to get the stuff inside to come out - there was no way I was going to stick my hand in there), grilled hamburgers in the summer. But I didn't like it.
Finally a few years ago, while trying to cut up some chicken without actually touching it (it's not easy, try it) I realized I just couldn't do it anymore. That night I asked my family if they would be willing to go along with a vegetarian diet. I promised them I wouldn't make weird stuff and that they would still eat very well. Much to my surprise they said yes.
So here we are - nearly three years later - well fed and happy.