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It looks like the screen zoom is at 80%, but it’s not. Anyway…

This morning, I was thinking about finally committing to being ‘officially’ vegetarian. I am eating 85-95% vegetarian anyway, and I’ve been sort of focused on ‘natural’ foods. By that I mean for a long time I’ve avoided foods that come in any sort of box ‘ready made’ that are perfectly capable of being made by me. All our vegetables do come in a box, but in one big weekly organic vegetables delivery box from a local farm.

The main reason for avoiding food that comes in a box is that the boxes normally have a list of ingredients on them, and some of the ingredients don’t look like they are the sort of things that came from a farm in order to make the thing that there is a picture of on the outside of the box. They look like the sort of thing that came from a laboratory, and have names that have too many syllables to even get into a whole haiku verse, let alone just one line.

Also, the contents of the box often don’t look like the thing that there is a picture of on the outside of the box.

For food that comes in a box, read ‘processed’, because invariably if it needs to be in a box with a picture of some idealised version of what the insides of that box could be, it has been made in a factory out of vats of gloop, some pallets of unidentifiable sticky things, and by some steam-and-smelly-gas-issuing robotic machinery. And it sometimes comes in cans and tetra packs too.

We completely moved away from buying any supermarket meats as well. As you may well surmise if you are regular here, there was no high moral or ethical position on this at first, it’s just that supermarket meats were normally rubbish. Their meat selling priorities are upside down, so they’re all price, the appearance of value for that price, then quality, as opposed to – well, just quality. But it has become more obvious over time that the morals and ethics are cocked up too, basically because supermarkets don’t have any of those either.

So we occasionally pick up some pork, a chicken, bacon or some beef, from a local shop that sells meat sourced from a farm three miles up the road from us, and it is of course better for not being injected with water and dyes and packaged with a gas to keep it looking good enough to buy for longer. I like to think the animals it came from were at least better looked after and happier, although of course they themselves wouldn’t have been happy with ending up as chops or mince if they could have consciously been aware of that fact in advance.

And you may think this is expensive and typically middle class and smug in some way, but this is how food buying these days is all fucked up, because buying locally and farming organically is what we used to do but have been moved so far away from now. And it didn’t literally cost the earth to do so. Planet cost wise, cheap food invariably isn’t actually cheap.

And I wonder what came first, the £2.99 chicken or the gathering of millions of people into conurbations supported by being somewhere they were able to purchase £2.99 chickens?

There are only two of us here now, and we get enough in the vegetables box to make dinners for the week out of it, plus we have to make it with what we get, not go out and buy extra stuff to make something we fancy. This makes us more creative in the kitchen, especially as popping out for an extra ingredient or two is a twenty mile round trip.

Generally, when I’m cooking, I make a lot of vegetable dishes and I’m not missing any meat. Mrs Bryntin has a more traditional approach, so invariably a trip to get some bread and milk from the local small shop results in returning with a nice pair of pork chops or a chicken (dead, prepared and refrigerated, not live and furiously clucking disapproval about being stuffed in a shopping bag) as she’s suddenly had a animal proteins itch that needed scratching. So I think she misses meat more than me.

As she was going out of the door to work this morning, my wife said her goodbyes for the day and then presented me with half a bacon sandwich.

‘There,’ she said, unaware of my thinking, ‘I don’t have time to eat this now, you have it.’

So, I was thinking about fully committing to becoming a proper vegetarian. And now I’ve had half a bacon sandwich.

Tomorrow, probably.

12 thoughts on “edgeways: diet

  1. Good for you. I’ve cut back on the amount of meat I consume substantially in recent years, though I’ve yet to commit to vegetarianism. Each time I see a video that shows how brutally we as a society treat the animals we rear only to murder and package in soulless plastic that line our supermarket shelves, though, takes me ever closer to that point.

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    1. There is a better and more ethical way, with or without meat I think. Less of it and better is already gaining traction if what I read is to be believed… at least I’m Brexit and transport proofed because of my choices anyway…

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  2. I’d like to cut back on the amount of meat we eat, and get it locally as well. As for what’s in the box, I remember hearing once that some African nations typically label things with exactly what they are, and Gerber baby food caused quite a stir when they started selling there!

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  3. Yeah if I were single it wouldn’t present any sort of a challenge… until someone woke me up with the aroma of bacon frying in a griddle… And then I’d think Who the fuck is in my kitchen?

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