Making the connection
10 February 2005

My father is a “good eater.” He loves his food. He drinks heartily. He has a big belly. He also loves to talk about food, and he often waxes poetic about some meat dish that he’s recently had. The other day he was telling me about some sort of steak pie he ate at a friend’s house, and he always loves telling me about the veal dish he eats at this one restaurant. I used to just put up with it, because he’s not doing it out of malice. I figure he does it because he doesn’t make the connection between my diet and the implications for his diet – he’s perfectly happy eating what he eats, and he wants to share that good experience with his family. I understand that. I can wax poetic about aloo gobi masala or chinese broccoli.

But over time, I have become more and more physically disgusted with just the thought of meat. It’s getting harder to listen to his stories without a horrible grimace on my face. I haven’t figured out the best way to say that it’s disgusting without hurting his feelings. If it were some random person, I wouldn’t feel so bad but it’s always harder with family.

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