These days, you have to run a checklist as long as your arm when inviting people over for dinner. There’s the gluten-frees, koshers, Bantings, the sugar-frees, no-nuts and no-fats, the pollotarians, pescetarians, vegetarians, raw-food freaks and vegans. And don’t you just hate those ‘ethical eaters’?
That’s me. I keep it to myself, of course, because I know it makes other people feel awkward. I have a friend who recently became vegetarian/vegan and when being offered flesh, he has tormented internal debates, except out loud, about what constitutes suffering, while everyone else rolls their eyes and guiltily licks blood off their lips. Except me. I’m with him now.
It used to be that my policy was I would eat what people cooked because not offending them was the most important thing…
