I called my friend Allison the other morning to discuss our upcoming summer plans. We always veer off topic so here’s how part of our conversation went. . .
Me: “I’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately. Documentaries like Forks over Knives.”
A: “I can’t bring myself to watch it.”
Me: “Well, don’t, because it will change your mind about the food you eat.”
A: “I won’t watch it then.”
Me: “I’m thinking that what I’m really getting at with this locavore stuff is I really want to be [insert deep breath and short pause here]…a vegetarian.”
A: . . .
Me: . . .
A: . . .
Me: “I know, Al.”
A: “Rachel Nora, that is horrifying.”
Me: . . .
Of course I went on from there to explain my position…and then admit my obsession with grass-fed, locally raised beef…only to realize I could never give up dairy.
Allison’s reaction to my vegetarian confession parallels most everyone’s feelings about my locavore diet. Shop owners say, “ONLY local? That seems impossible.” Restaraurant owners sputter, “WHAT do you eat? And WHY?” This locavore concept is a foreign one to many in my part of the world.
So far through my local experiment, I’ve concluded that any eating habit change requires a lifestyle overhaul. Not only have my eating habits changed, but I now shop at new places, spend more time planning and preparing my food, avoid chain restaurants, eat more vegetables, and generally think about food from a completely different perspective. All the thinking about food and where it comes from and what it does to my body has raised the vegetarian question for me. But I’m still mulling that one over.
When all is said and done, I’ll probably bring a vegetable loaf to a party, like this guy. . .
Who else has considered becoming a vegetarian and stuck with it?
Anyone out there share Ron Swanson’s sentiments? (“So not only does this thing exist, but you have also deprived everyone of cake.”) I heart Ron Swanson.