Great conversation yesterday about eating vegan food at work and dealing with co-workers, it seems like it’s something a lot of us have to deal with. I know I promised a shepherd’s pie recipe, but The Husband keeps forgetting to share it, which isn’t the end of the world since I have last nights dinner in picture form for you. First though, as penance for not giving us the recipe, I thought we would talk a bit about The Husband. Why? Well, friends, I am married to a meat eater, and I thought I might not be the only one.
In my family, I was the only vegetarian growing up, so there was always meat on the table. All of my friends ate meat, and the couple of exceptions that didn’t, seemed to find their way back to it in university (or once they started dating some guy who would take them to The Keg or something…I’ve lost many a veggie friend to “dating”). I didn’t really think about whether or not I would ever date a vegetarian. The fact was, I rarely MET any other vegetarians, so the chances of me meeting one I would want to date were slim to none.
The Husband and I met through friends years ago, and the stars finally aligned for us one Labour Day weekend 4 years ago. I was just coming out of a bad relationship, a torrid secret affair, and an attempt at the raw vegan diet. When we started dating, I was just happy to be with someone who I liked and who liked me back, I was not concerned about what either of us was eating! I fell in love with him for a million reasons, and they all seemed to outweigh dinner.
The Husband is compassionate, sensitive and loving. I know he understands why I don’t eat meat, and I know he listens intently to all the reasons I have about how humans do not require it. I think he is torn. Because my husband is also a man’s man. He owns his own construction business, he plays hockey at least once a week. He likes his beer. He made his own meat smoker out of old oil barrel. As much as he understands why I don’t eat animal products, I don’t think he would allow himself to even imagine not eating meat. I think he pictures the hockey guys giving him strange looks as he orders a veggie burger after a game.
I don’t think it’s easy being a guy. Women always talk about all the media pressure to be thin and young, but what about all the pressure to be “manly”? Even the most secure man must at least pause when considering a plant-based diet. I welcome any men out there to respond to this too, since I am obviously just speculating here.
Finally, the issue of children comes up every once in a while, since we would like to have them sometime in the next few years. How will we raise them? The Husband’s only request is that he be able to take his kid to a baseball game and buy him a hot dog. The thought of my child eating a hot dog makes me very very sad. So we go back and forth on this. And it might end up being a game-time decision. Right now, I don’t have an answer.
The way we currently eat, works for us. I do most of the grocery shopping, so we don’t have any meat or dairy in the house. On nights when I’m not home, he might buy some fish or bacon for himself. If we have a party and someone brings over some cheese, that might stay in our fridge for a while, but other than that, our pantry is quite vegan friendly. He buys his lunches most days, and they usually contain meat or cheese, but our dinners for the most part are vegan.
So yes, I married a meat eater. It’s sort of the opposite of a carrot. But I think of it like this: I married someone who understands the way I eat. I married someone who doesn’t think it’s weird and isn’t condescending towards my choices. Right now, he doesn’t choose it for himself, but when I think about how much he must’ve changed since I came into his life, maybe we’re at a good compromise for now. In fact, I count myself as lucky to feel so loved no matter what food choices I am making.
With all that said, last night I didn’t go to yoga, so I had tons of time to prepare a bit more of a labour intensive meal (you know I like them fast, this one didn’t take hours, but took a bit longer than 20 minutes). The Husband made Angela’s Perfect Veggie Burger, which did, in fact, turn out to be perfect, and I made Isa Chandra’s OMG Oven Baked Onion Rings. OMG is right. Enjoy the pics, and let me know your thoughts on Herbivore/Omnivore relationships.