What are your feelings about eating meat?
When I think of meat, or meat related questions a big picture of Fred Flintstone and his brontosaurus burger often comes to mind. I know it’s a silly image but I became a vegetarian all by myself at the age of twelve. It wasn’t until the last twelve years have I been on again off again with meat. Today, I think I have derived a firm conclusion on meat eating via the ideology of the Pueblo Indians and my connection to Curanderismo. It’s good in moderation and even better when it’s well sourced.
In the second grade my son was working on a project about the Southwest Indian culture when I had an epiphany: the eating of flesh is when you need to be strong and aggressive and the intake of veggies and fruits are for calming and peace. Also, the seasons of eating meat came into significance for me based on when the concepts of seed time and harvest.
After I had that highly intellectual and rationalized thought, it made sense to me why eating fish sometimes made me sad. It’s because I believe life is in all things. Once I reconciled all those high level beliefs within myself—I went to the Korean BBQ and had a meat feast—no regrets. It was amazing and I love good cuts of meat. Unfortunately not all cuts are of good quality unless they come from the right source. I would rather have small portions of great instead of large portions of meh.
To support my wayward meat eating habits and the meat eating habits of my family I purchased a smoker. I love eating smoked foods. This method of cooking low and slow is actually good for your skin as well. (I believe so)
In short, my daily habits don’t include meat. It does however, include too much dairy. I feel better, think and operate better, with minimal meat. But there does come a time when I can’t say no to a good steak. It’s one of the best ways to recharge the blood.
