I began eating vegetarian at twelve years old. This lasted a time until I was 17 (5 years! Which is a long time for a teenager) and I rode the train through South French to Carnac-Plage up in Brittany. And, I became malnourished.
I went to the restaurant and wolfed down a chicken. Several years passed, then, I lost my dog in ’94. I couldn’t eat meat.
In the fall of ’08, I started to bleed inside my left hemisphere brain. I supposed that reason made me start eating chicken. Will I become vegetarian in the future? Maybe.
But, maybe not.
I like fresh, organic local-raised meat. I like the marrow and I like gnawing on the tender-most moist steak.
What I meant:
I like meat.