From the time that Stewart and I were married in '94 till our second baby was born, I was a vegetarian.
No greater cause involved, I just thought I try it for a few days and after that, meat just didn't look good to me anymore.
I think the one real advantage, health wise is, it forces you to premeditate meals.
When I get tired and it's dinner time, everyone knows it's going to be chicken and rice again. Now that I've gone veggie, that would mean just rice for me ( which would be cool if I were watching a Kurosawa samurai flick, with a bottle of Saki and some empty wrapping paper tubes for the slow scenes ). So vegetable steamer it is. I've found it's quick and easy to chop onions, peppers and a portabella mushroom with tomatoes and maybe some cheese on top. I almost always put out a spinach salad too but I just feel better having a nice platter of veggies. I love to see the kids with a nice colorful plate.
But what really spurred me on to go back to vegetarian was pure selfishness.
When I was a vegetarian, I weighed about 90lbs. I was also running about ten miles a day, in the heat, pushing a double jog stroller, something that's a bit easier to do ,time-wise, with one or two kids than it is now with five. But I think I'm going to refocus on that. I'm not so sure my knees can handle 10 miles a day but they can handle five or six.
On a different subject; Labor Day
Reading to our kids about the origin of labor day, reminded me of when I was ten and my mother went on strike.
I had a very Mormon family but they did have a secret .. . they were democrats. (Can you see here how I checked the libertarian box soon after my 18th birthday?)
I know there are some Mormon Democrats around but unless you are Harry Reid you're not getting invited to any fab LDS parties if anyone lets on.
Anyway, because of our strange household politics, there was a bit of a war going on.
Up until then, my dad could be literally leaning on the fresh pot of coffee (coffee!-another secret) and my mom could be literally across the room and my dad would ask her to pour a cup for him. And here's the weird part, she would do it.
Then came the whole equal rights amendments thing and I'm not sure how it all started but . . .
it ended with my mom marching around the house, hoisting a bottle of Era laundry detergent chanting;
"E" "R" "A" "E" "R" "A"
My dad even learned to make his own coffee after that small revolution.