For me, chicken is one of the funniest words in the English language. It is. Second only to Monkey.
Funny word, funny bird but the idea of eating one is absurd.
When I was 5 I asked my mother what chicken was.
She told me. (such a bad move that)
I threw a holy terror hissy fit, how could she have done that to me? How could she have fed me a formally living creature?? I felt betrayed. I soundly refused to ever eat meat again.
I stuck to it and was a veggie most of my young life. My diet was a battle between me and my Mother and there were times when she would win and I would relent.
But for the most part that was that.
I would no longer eat meat, any meat related product, or any morsal that may have come in contact with meat, a meat related product or a utensil that was used in the preperation of meat or a meat related product.
There was that pork dumpling in disguise in 2003, but thankfully I recognized it for what it was and spat it out.
On Future Spouse's coffee table.
While he was eating.
...and he still married me.
My point...while enjoying Thai food last week there was an incident.
I was munching away when something very peculiar found in its way into my mouth.
This was my inner monologue:
Munch munch munch...
hmmm what is this?
munch munch munch...
This tastes really familiar...munch
I have not had this vegetable in a really long time (I actually did say that to myself...what is this vegetable?)
...what is this...
munch munch *swallow*....realization
...and that is how the clock on when I last ate meat was reset to zero.