A Case Against Vegetarianism

Last weekend my sister and her significant other came to visit us at the cottage. Both of them vegetarians, bordering at times on vegan. I hate to diss a lifestyle but it's very hard to cook for a vegan. I have, at different stages over my last thirty years, been vegetarian. I have almost always eaten fish, always eaten eggs and dairy. Now I also eat poultry, in moderation. And if someone has gone to great lengths to prepare another kind of meat with love and tender care for me, I will eat a moderate amount of it as well as I believe a meal as such prepared in that way is much better for the body than a vegan meal prepared with frustration and ill feeling. So with two carnivores (iMan and Riley) and three vegetarians, the morning after a feast, the vegetarians blasted the heck out of the carnivores. We have the luxury of two bathrooms (well, one bathroom and one water closet) at the cottage and both were hard pressed to service us. My sympathies rested with my dog who took most of the blame, lying down.