Sunday, 4 March 2012

Vegetarian for Lent.

I have done something. Something very silly. I have become a vegetarian for Lent.

My mum is a vegetarian and often I think; "pah... It can't be that hard."

It is hard. Very hard. This morning I went to a market. The first stall was a sausage stall, from Cumbria. The man was very lovely, telling me all about his sausages, how he made them just a couple of days before.

"Would I like to try?" he asked. This continued for many stalls. Chorizo untouched, Parma ham ignored.

I am not a vegetarian because I feel sorry for the slaughtered animals, or because I don't like meat. I have become vegetarian for a stupid reason.

And to make it worse, I am going to Paris at the end of the month. Before the end of Lent.

For Lent next year I will give up something easy, like... erm...