After a long process of painstaking calculations using my abacus, my astrolabe, and my Holy Scriptures, I finally pinpointed the exact dates of Lent. And then I gave up meat.
Internet, it hasn't been as difficult as I'd thought. I still ate seafood, so that helped. Although I'm empathetic to a fault, I just can't connect on an emotional level with crustaceans.
Even Sebastian in The Little Mermaid didn't do much for me. Call it a personality flaw.
With only a couple weeks left, I started to dream about chicken tacos and boeuf bourgignon and my absolute favorite egg rolls in the history of my Asian food experience, at Miyako, which is providentially just five minutes from our house. Those things are straight-up meat (a combo of pork, shrimp and crab with some veggies blended in for good measure), none of that excessive cabbage filler that makes eating an egg roll strikingly similar to eating a divot from the nearby golf course.
Here's what I've decided: I don't think pure vegetarianism is for me, although if I was into self-deprivation I could probably pull it off. But being a foodie, giving up meat for good would be punishment. So. I'm going to be a lot more selective about the meat dishes I eat. I of course prefer to eat meat from animals that have been humanely raised and butchered. I'm also picky about meats in the first place, so I might as well do my conscience and my constitution a favor by eating meat rarely, and only in those dishes that I absolutely love, so I'm always conscious of my responsibility toward animals.
Let me leave you with this thought: You may love lobster, but has lobster ever loved you back?