Yesterday, I broke my tenacious three month meat-fast with lamb at my friend Clara's Easter dinner. Talk about an intense re-introduction. I am not sure how I feel about this yet. One part of me wants to shrug and say, "Oops I won't do it again. Consider it an Easter weekend foil" while another voice whispers "You've already broken the self-challenge. Just eat less of it and don't fuss." What to do, what to do!

My initial inspiration for trying out vegetarianism sprung from Jonathan Safran Foer's book Eating Animals and Eric Rohmer's film Le Rayon Vert (1986). Surprisingly I did not find cutting meat out of my diet that difficult, although it did put me social situations where I would have to eat double portions of mashed potatoes (yuck) while others knifed finely cooked steak, which did not make me happy at all. 

Today the unni I'm staying with in London is hosting a bossam party. My dietary musings will have to be postponed till tomorrow, as today is still Easter weekend, ha! One thing is for certain: even if I don't continue to avoid meat, I'm shunning all traces of potatoes in my meals simply because they repulse me. Those potatoes, they must die.