Experience

There are certain things for which no amount of life experience can prepare you.  Like childbirth.  Parenting.  Marriage. 

I had one of these experiences yesterday at my conference.  Whenever I travel for business I always have a few of these "oh duh" moments when I get lost or make poor assumptions or whatever.  But yesterday, oh yesterday.

I came downstairs from my very lovely room to the breakfast sponsored by the very lovely conference.  And came face-to-face with a fish.  A whole salmon, head, eyes, spine and all, laid out on the buffet table as people snatched bits of flesh off with lovely silver tongs.  Hor-ri-fied.  Lord.

Now, I eat meat.  Believe me.  But I like to keep maintain, at all times, an illusion that the meat was never really an animal.  Never lived.  Never breathed.  But to have that reality to blatently shoved in my face.  Could. Not. Deal. 

It was about enough to make me rethink my stance on vegetarianism.  But, I tell you, if croissants were animals, I would totally hunt and shoot them.  Because, yum.

Comments

[Lisa]

Ohhhh, is that what us rednecks call 'smoked fish', because dang, that stuff is gooooood. :)

Lisa