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One-Trick Pony

It's been about a year now that I've been a semi-vegetarian, and all in all, it's worked out fairly well. I've gotten past the stage where the meal feels incomplete without meat, so it's become routine. In fact, every time I go out to eat, my first thought is to look for a vegetarian option. I always find it easier to order something for myself, because then my diet doesn't affect other people's dining options.

The problem with that plan, though, is that every now and then I crave a particular non-veggie meal when I go out. When that happens, the opportunity for a veggie meal is squandered, and I end up having to cook a vegetarian meal for myself. I tend to eat a lot, so a salad is almost never an option for me. Couple that with the fact that I've never been a gourmet chef, and my options become severely limited.

Actually, my options become a singular option: fried eggs of some sort. I'll either scramble them with a few other vegetables thrown in for taste/variety, or just fry them & have them with rice. I mix in various condiments & other vegetables to keep it from getting too boring, but it basically is the same thing.

Now, I have fairly simple tastes, so I can probably get by for another few months on just that. Still, I'm a little worried that eventually I'm going to get tired of it. I might actually have to try doing some research into other meals to make, or worse yet, learn how to cook real meals. I've had a couple of decent hummus sandwiches lately, so I'm thinking I should learn how to make my own. Then again, that sounds like it'd take more than 10-15 minutes of preparation time (unlike the eggs).

Life is tough sometimes, I tell you. I didn't have these problems as an unassuming carnivore, that's for sure. Incidentally, that also happens to be the moral of today's post: eating meat is good for you. So, go out and eat a steak for me, huh? Someone should be out living the good life, even if it's not me.

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