I don't remember the exact age I became a vegetarian, but I know I was very young. I used to love meat. I feel like I remember the way bacon and meatloaf tastes, although my husband doesn't think so. One day my dad was cooking chicken at my grandparents house, when I walked in and looked at what he was doing. I asked, "Daddy, what is chicken made out of?" Of course, not thinking it would have any repercussions, he told me "a chicken." From that day forward I became a non meat-eating girl.
The excitement didn't end there. Fast forward a few years. My little sister, age 5, and I were sitting at our table with McDonald's. She had her cheeseburger and I had a bun with ketchup and melted cheese on it. I don't know what came over me, but I said "So, do you know what hamburger is made out of?" "What?" said my sister. I replied, "a cow!" That was it, my sister has not had one bite of meat since. My parents had such a hard time cooking meals for us. ( Oops! Sorry mom and dad )
I am starting this blog for all the struggling mothers and fathers of picky vegetarians.
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