When I was a vegetarian, the only thing I ate at my mother in law’s was grilled cheese sandwich. That’s the only meal her brain could wrap around. Despite making suggestions to her, she could not comprehend spaghetti without meat sauce, or soup without chicken. So I ate the grilled cheese sandwich because it’s what she made for me.
Recently I went to my grandmother’s birthday party which was held at the Wayside Inn. The food was awful. And I mean AWFUL. Because it was a large party, my uncles decided we would have a choice of turkey or beef. Both Wolf and I chose the turkey though neither of us finished our meals. The food was so processed it was nauseating. As a cousin ate his prime rib across from us, Wolf whispered in my ear “he’s eating meat glue.”
As more and more of us choose to eat non-mainstream diets, it makes me wonder if we’re being excluded by those who care about us because they don’t know what food to serve. The agony our friends and family find themselves in trying to find a restaurant, or a meal everyone can eat, may be the reason for exclusion.
It’s a tough spot to be in. On the one hand, I don’t want to be excluded because no one knows what to make me but on the other hand, I don’t want to eat foods that make my physically sick (or just feel like crap) nor do I want to sit in an eatery and not eat anything.
So what are we to do?