About three weeks ago I was running errands when my foot, in a fit of independence from my brain, slammed the brakes in front of my favorite bar. My body was suddenly desperate to stop and eat a hamburger, and the way my brain and body felt after I did was unreal. Seriously, almost like being high. This has been a binge-adjacent pattern over the last year; I’m a vegan-leaning vegetarian until one day, I need meat so badly I find myself inhaling it with no memory of the executive decision to do so. It’s a message blaring loud and clear, one I don’t think I can ignore any longer— I have to add small amounts of meat back into my diet.
Tonight, cute lil 3.5oz filets of wild caught salmon. I’ll sear the skin side hot ‘n’ fast in a carbon steel pan, glaze the top with a mixture of maple butter, dijon mustard, white miso and smoked paprika, then pop them under the broiler for a few minutes. They’ll go over white rice with sesame seeds, roasted green beans from the yard and some baby scallions.
Same, I have tried so many times to cut down or cut out meat and my body just will not have it—but you’ve given me lots of good ideas for what to do with veggies and generally incorporate them into all meals, if that is any consolation!