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[akeyoftime]

After a month of a meat-and-potatoes meal twice a day, almost every day, I am getting so close to having a good scream and declaring myself vegetarian. Maybe then, with two vegetarians in the household (my mother cannot eat meat because of a surgery mishap), my carnivore baby brother and father would actually accept that meat-and-potatoes is not the be-all-end-all of cuisine. I doubt it, but I am so sick of variety consisting of rice/potatoes and pork/chicken/beef. And no more hamburger nights, please. I'm allergic to the buns, so I'm faced with these two thick chunks of meat poorly disguised with a slice of tomato and some mustard. Gag me with a bloody spoon. (Like the one you used to handle the raw meat, maybe? That'd be swell.)

I love food. So how about something interesting, OK? I can only imagine how my mother has felt all these years, literally unable to eat most of the meals she cooks.

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Re: Weeds don't smell to begin with

[akeyoftime.livejournal.com]

If there was a choice in the matter, I'd take the out. But there isn't. It's meat day in and day out because that's what they insist we eat. I am *not* going to wear down what little (and it really is little) my mother has for herself, because that is so not fair. I know I could cook for myself, but I'm usually exhausted after work. Out east, I don't eat meat more than two or three times a week either.

Re: Weeds don't smell to begin with

[theclevermonkey.livejournal.com]

I wasn't really suggesting that you should work on your family, I know there's nothing you (or anyone else) can do to change their parents and siblings.

I'm excited to get back out on my own, so I can start cooking again. While I have mad cooking skillz, my mother doesn't approve of me using them too often.