I became an almost-vegan about a year ago after reading The China Study. I gave giving up meat and dairy a try for 30 days, and I discovered to my surprise that I felt so much better all around that I needed to keep at it.
So I’ve been a not-so-strict vegan for the better part of a year now, eating a little fish and a bit of cheese every now and again, still trying to find my way. I’ve lost weight, I feel better, my cholesterol has dropped, and I’m enjoying myself.
The mini-rant is about salads.
Somehow the moment you say you’re not eating meat people thrust a salad at you. Not an eggplant or mushrooms or broccoli or pulses or grains or rice or pasta or rutabaga. A salad. A big pile of lettuce with some oil and vinegar on it.
Don’t get me wrong, I like salads, I eat plenty of them, I just don’t eat any more of them now than I did before I started this crazy food experiment.
I know it’s all very well-intentioned and done with love, but there’s gotta be more to this than salad. Please!