So I already admitted to you that I am not a big meat eater, which means that I don't make and post many "main dishes" here on The Cilantropist. And while I know that main dishes can certainly be meatless, they still seem to be lacking. Is this just because I love soups and salads so much? Or is it something else?
Because I don't really think this idea is as simple as "I don't eat much meat." I think it means something different: I think it means that I don't yet have a family to feed, and that there are no little hungry mouths that are depending on me to provide them with a well-balanced meal. And sure, I have a boyfriend (with a big hungry mouth to feed), but even he is not depending on me since he is currently more than 6,000 miles away. When it comes down to it, I can really eat whatever tickles my fancy, because at this exact point in my life, the only person that I am responsible for is me.
Is this is a luxury? Many would say yes, and both my brain and my tastebuds would probably agree (who doesn't want cookies for dinner?). I am sure more than a few of my readers would tell me to enjoy these carefree days while they last. But I am just as sure that other readers would say that they throughly enjoy feeding their families and spouses, and although it is a responsibility, it is one they would never trade for anything. And so while I do appreciate the luxury of languishing over a batch of ladyfingers or spending hours with my friend The Kitchen, I don't know that I actually want that luxury anymore; feeding people is really what I love the most about cooking, and my heart tells me that I want something more.
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