I made this tonight. I loved it! The Mr… not so much. I’m not sure what about it he didn’t like, and he can’t seem to determine it either. Oh well, leftovers for me tomorrow for lunch!
I flirt off-and-on with this vegetarian/vegan thing. On one hand… I really do love bacon. And a chicken straight off a charcoal grill. Or a meatloaf made with ground venison. On the other hand, we can’t raise our own animals here and I really dislike not knowing where my food comes from outside of just a rack at the store. And – while I like to think that I’d be okay with it – I know deep down that the very first time we go to harvest a chicken for dinner, or have to process a pig, that I’m going to bawl my eyes out. And maybe that’ll be the traumatizing moment of my life that causes me to go vegetarian/vegan permanently, or maybe I’ll come to terms with the facts of where my food comes from.
In the meantime, I play both sides.