Bacon

[tiger_spot]

I've been a vegetarian for a while now. (Since summer 2002, which doesn't actually seem all that long ago looking at the number, but I was drifting that direction for a year or two before then.)

Ever so often I dream about eating meat. They are really annoyingly realistic dreams. As an example, here is the one I had last night.

The scene: some sort of country-style buffet restaurant. There's bacon. Everybody sitting with me has bacon. I remember really liking bacon. So I decide I will by god have some damn bacon! And I very slowly eat about half a piece; the first bite's pretty good, and then it's less good, and at about the halfway part I begin to feel ill. Also everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy.

Which is about what would happen if I did, in fact, eat the damn bacon. If I'm going to dream about the stuff, I'd rather enjoy it. Sheesh.

(Also, recounting this dream has brought up some sort of sense-memory, and now my mouth tastes like bacon. I am going to go get a glass of water, because it's icky.)

Comments

[ex-serenejo.livejournal.com]

Just a datapoint: I was a vegetarian for 20 years, and never lost what little taste for meat that I had. (That is, I never liked meat much, except for a few items, and I still liked them after 20 years of being vegetarian.)

[tiger-spot.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Anything that can best be described as "slab of meat" doesn't look appetizing to me anymore (bacon, chicken breasts, steaks, that sort of thing). I expect I would still like my dad's chicken-and-sausage gumbo, though, because that was awesome and when I think of the flavor I still interpret it as a good flavor. (Other meat flavors I remember liking, but I don't now like my mental reconstruction of the flavors.)