I have been married to a meat eating guy for many years. Many people ask how it is possible for us to live together: me on a plant based diet, and him eating meat. Well, anybody who knows me, is aware of sacred and unconditional health and safety rules I implemented at our home:) Whoever tries to disobey them, will suffer consequences and see my vege anger:)
Anybody who cooks at our home is obligated to follow the rules I invented, otherwise risk their life or health;) Separate chopping board for meat. If you touch any meat - wash your hands before you touch anything else (A. one broke this rule and still remembers my anger outbreak). Separate pots, separate frying pans, separate cutlery and separate knives for preparing raw meat etc.
If you are going to cook meat at our home, you can be sure I will control your every move and check whether you obey the health and safety rules!
There are some people who either think this is crazy or they simply don’t understand where the problem is. Ok. It might seems crazy. But can’t I expect my attitude toward eating meat and my compulsive disorder (in this case raw meat) to be respected at my own home?
I respect my husband for his understanding of my feelings. I am grateful he did not go crazy and got used to all my health and safety rules. Understanding and respect of the closest people is priceless.
So who actually is the predator at our home ;p?
K.
Etykiety: english, lifestyle
