Last week, the grocery ads got more meat-heavy than usual which tipped me off that a holiday is coming, the Fourth of July specifically. It is a day, as Mister, Girl and I say, for folks to burn some dead animal. For us, it's a time to be given the fourth degree about not eating meat (or fish or even chicken
?) and waiting for the proper appearance time has passed to either rush home to
gobble down tofu and vegetables or race to the nearest Subway.
Except this year. I am "giving myself permission" to avoid insane and/or animal-burning family members and drink at home.
As the omnivores eat their charred animal flesh with ketchup and bread, we'll grill some veggies, smother potatoes in the coals and start the margaritas around noon. Happy Independence (for whom?) Day!