Wow, I ought to consider turning pro at posting about not posting.
This past week had its challenges. Our cat (the part-Siamese who sometimes shows up in the background of my photos) became seriously ill, and my world came to a screeching halt. Making meals fell by the wayside, which was just as well because I had no appetite.
Umpteen taxi trips to the vet later, and she's back at home, wide awake, demanding of both food and attention, and generally back to the Divine Incarnation of Feline Loveliness which we know and adore.
Some would say "It's just a cat", but I don't buy that at all. All of the beasts who take up residence with me do become family. It's like with anything, really: if you say "It's just..." then obviously it's meaningless to you, and you're better off without it.
I tend to take the same approach with food. I know I've mentioned before how insane I may be about sourcing out the best ingredients I can find, but it's because I DO care. About myself, my husband, and repercussions to the world around me based on my own choices.
In the midst of my cat's convalescence, my friend Manuela sent me a link to this article about accommodating both sides of this "argument" when it comes to food. The brilliant minds of New York-based food clique Studiofeast conjured up a dining experience which observes both sides of this "duality". The vegetarian diner gets their meal representing their own dietary belief system, and the carnivore gets their carnage, yet the meals look the same.
If only all the worlds problems could be solved with such an act of compromise...
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