So, I’m not
your typical vegetarian.
I’m not
here to rant and rave or chase meat-eaters around with a wooden spoon.
I don’t
particularly love salad and I CAN’T live without lots of gooey cheese.
I’m pretty
picky – I don’t like peas, beans are alright and I still don’t like squash even
though my Grandma tries to get me to eat it every Christmas.
I have a
leather bag and I don’t care if my food “touched” meat on the grill.
I’m not
going to bore you to death at a restaurant and try to force my views upon you if
you happen to like meat.
But I have
made the choice to not eat it for the past 19 years basically because it’s
grown to eat and there is no balance left in the process. If I was an Inuit in the wild hundreds of years ago, I would hunt too because I would be hungry - but mostly I would try to survive off berries.
Enough on
meat.
So far,
I’ve been to 27 countries and I want to share food, wine and hilarious and awkward
travel stories.
August
I agreed to
go to a chili taste test. This may seem
strange to seeing as I’m a vegetarian but they were paying $60 cash just to try
out 3 different kinds and pick your favourite.
‘This would be easy’, I thought, ‘all I have to do is take a little
nibble out of each one and they’ll never know that I’m not eating the
beef.’ The leader, with his hearty Texas
Well, some
of those pieces were really small and while I was carefully inspecting each
bite, the people around me were slurping theirs down as a paid dinner. I even had to spit a piece out. When I turned to the guy next to me and said
that they all kind of tasted the same, he raised his eyebrow and said they
definitely did not. OK, my bad. All I know is that each cup got a very poor
scoring for their lack of vegetables – 2 beans and a tomato – I counted.
The last
cup of chili we had to try had “add-ons” so I sprinkled all of the cheese,
peppers and tomato toppings into my bowl and ate those before the chili
engulfed them like an active volacano.
And that’s
how a vegetarian taste tests chili and gets paid for it!
