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I never even liked meat in the first place, which is why I don't eat it, so the idea of "lapsing" is largely irrelevant. The odd thing is, I quite like the Quorn and other meat substitues (chunks, mince, sausages, burgers) and eat them fairly often, having no or little recollection of eating the meat version in the first place in the case of, say, burgers or a roast.
The concept of bacon nostalgia was brought up by an associate, partly as a result of mis-hearing a Ghost lyric as it happens: the yearning of vegetarians for fried pig. I did have this for a while when I got into those fake bacon strips, but I usually don't bother with them now and only have faint musings on what it actually tastes like. While waiting for a bus this morning I smelled frying bacon, and I have to say it made me feel a little nauseous. Meat-free sausages on the other hand, are great; but I like them as much when they are blatantly NOT fake meat, but just sausages of vegetable or mycoprotein.
As for being tempted to try meat - I've never felt like it, but then I've not eaten it for about 23 years. I only ever used to like salami, bacon and sausages anyway, and am allergic (so I'm told) to fish so wouldn't eat that even if I wanted to. I have accidentally bitten into a prawn spring roll (but not swallowed it), and maybe once drank soup made from a chicken broth out of polite embarrassment when visitors came to my parent's house, so I suppose that might be a lapse - and not something I would repeat again.
What was most difficult was being served up what I suppose were chunks of beef when visiting Lilly Nowhere's grandfather, and not wishing to make a fuss over it, skirting around the quivering hunks of flesh to eat the vegeatables and then having to leave it all with a polite feigning of not being hungry. It wasn't one of those moments where it would have been appropriate to really even mention being vegetarian as we were guests in a wider social context than visiting just one person, but the even idea of even niblling delicately at a bit of meat is now making me feel unwell.
As for alcohol and kebabs - I have never understood the fuss over them in combination, but have found the local chips in pitta drenched in chilli and garlic sauces to be an admirable post-booze feast.
If on the other hand I were a vegan (and I've never really tried) I would almost definitely lapse into eating cheese. I did lapse back into eating eggs after many years of assiduously avoiding them, but it was the omelettes that did it. Especially the cheesy ones. Milk I find easy to avoid, and prefer the soya kind (as well as liking soya yoghurt a lot, but with a weakness for the Greek variety), but the soya cheeses available have been pretty vile for the most part. Oh yes, and non-dairy ice cream just isn't the same. |
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