I like eating Broke Food.

Macaroni and cheese, ramen noodles, Poptarts, peanut butter sandwiches, mustard and cheese sandwiches (it's good, shut up!)

Karen doesn't like that I love Broke Food and would much rather eat macaroni or mustard and cheese than a fancy-ass crawfish etoufee (I have no idea how that's spelled) or jambalaya. Karen's food is too greasy. Too many things thrown in at the same time. It tastes very... cluttered. If you understand what I'm saying. And besides, her food takes too long to cook. I'm a very impatient girl, if you hadn't noticed. XP

My mom, on the other hand, puts only what she thinks will go good together into her food, and it takes about 30 minutes--max--to cook in the oven. I love eating at Mom's. And she doesn't tend to snap at me when I go rummaging for ramen or something. She'll sometimes come in and say, "Dinner'll be in about an hour, are you sure you want to eat that?" but she doesn't snap "YOU'RE NOT HAVING THAT" like Karen tends to. *eyeroll*

I fail to see why my dietary choices are any of Karen's business. I could understand if I was, like, eating raw steak like our neighbor does, or eating any nasty kind of food that would make me sick... but I always make sure my food is cooked properly, and I'm a vegetarian. I'm not an annoying vegetarian, mind you; I keep my dietary choice my business, and only bring it up when offered meat. I politely decline and MOVE ON. I have never bothered anybody or pestered them to take up vegetarianism, but Karen makes it seem like I'm one of those militant PETA nutters sometimes.

I'm vegetarian for a few different reasons.

One, for the widdle animals. I once saw a video in agriculture class about the production of cows for beef and was fully disgusted by A) how the animal was treated and B) how disgusting that process was.

Two, meat bothers my stomach. It always has. When I was a kid, I would have constant stomachaches and would be sick every couple of weeks. Something, I notice, hasn't happened to me in the past four or five years.

Three, meat's too expensive and it takes too long to cook. Remember impatience? Yeah.

But I'm not at all militant about converting others. If you wanna eat meat, that's fine with me. It's your choice. Shit, I have a friend who's almost a carnivore back in St Pauls. He's probably the only real-live non-Internet-contact person I'm actually close to. Eat meat; go ahead. I won't stop you. Unless I see that it hasn't been cooked all the way through, because that's a breeding ground for tapeworm and other nastiness. Then I'll bug you about cooking it all the way through.

But I will not pester anybody to become a vegetarian. 'S not my business whether anyone is, and it's not their business what I am.

THANK YOU COME AGAIN.