I haven’t felt much like blogging during the past couple of
days, or so. The whole family is
sick. Kajsa has been puking (poo-king)
even more than usual. Chris is no
better. He actually went to work today
and was framing away, going over to the Spot-a-Pot to vomit whenever
needed. He would have kept going, except
his boss told him to go home and rest. So he went fishing for the afternoon. In his words, how hard is it to sit at the side of a pond and stare out
at nature for a few hours.
I don’t know if he caught anything else, but he did bring
home a wee sunfish for the small aquarium. He really wanted to see how it would do with the Gourami, but it
died. So now it sits, devoid of its
former skin and bones, in our freezer.
This brings me to a couple of interesting life choices we’ve
been dealing with lately. As many of
you know, I’ve been a vegetarian for nigh on 20 years. A few of those were even vegan. I never thought during much of that time that
I would date, much less fall in love with and marry an omnivore. But I did.
When we first met, I, during one of those all night, bare
your soul conversations, told Chris that I didn’t eat meat partially because I
couldn’t kill an animal. And if I cannot
bring myself to kill it, what right do I have eating it, ya know? Well, it turns out that I should have kept my
big mouth closed. Chris now sees his
hunting and fishing as some great dharma. As a matter of fact, he is proud to repeat my words to any poor soul
who’ll listen. Would that I could, I’d gladly go back in time so that I could eagerly
eat those words in exchange for even the most delicious Kung Pao Tofu I’ve ever
laid a lip to. Not only this, but he is
quite pleased to remind me regularly that we don’t have to buy meat due to his
amazing prowess with a shotgun. (I know,
insert image of chest-beating Neanderthal here, eh?) I don’t know where all this is heading. I’ve expressed my disdain for meat in our freezer. Chris’ answer would be to buy a freezer just
for dead animals…to which I ask, “What about not spending money on meat?” So there’s part of the issue.
The second conundrum was quite literally born of the
first. We are presently in a state of
limbo with the diet of our dear sweetie, Kajsa. I have this lovely stay of execution for now. Not only does her current primary source of
nutrition come from her nightly tube feeding, but we both agreed prior to her
conception, let alone birth, that out child would consume no flesh until she
was fully cognoscent of exactly what the impact of that action was. The problem is that she is so damn
In fact, any part of me that didn’t loathe Chris’ humongous
aquarium for its cheesy 1970’s bachelor pad qualities, has quickly been
supplemented by the education Kajsa garners from it with regard to life and,
ultimately, death. She’s figuring out
the finality aspect with great speed. Added to that is the fact that she has the compassion of…well, a kid
who’s been tortured by nightly shots, weekly lab tests and numerous surgeries. While such experiences have left her with a
heightened sense of empathy, they have seriously wreaked havoc with her ability
to feel sorry for those with whom she so easily relates.
And there in lies the rub. Chris is practically coaching her in some kind of warped survival of the
fittest/personal manifest destiny type of philosophy while my own live and let
live attitude is really coming back to, ahem, bite me in the butt.
So I guess I’m currently at a bit of a loss. I didn’t have this quandary with Maya. She has always been a vegetarian. Paris
just went along with my mothering. Chris
– not so much. We are diametrically
opposed when it comes to this. Therefore, we stand on new ground.
So my question today is; are any of you out there from
culinarily mixed marriages? How have you
handled it? What has worked? What has failed miserably? I truly appreciate any advice on this. Thank you.