Meat Independence Day

It was 17 years ago today that I consumed my last hunk of animal flesh.

A moral marker? Nope!

But my final New York Strip, with lotsa butter, served 17 February 1991, at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse, off Dupont Circle in Washington D.C. — preceded by a Caesar Salad made table-side with pulverized anchovies and whipped raw egg yolks — that indeed was the last carnivorous nourishment I've since (knowingly) partaken of.

Do I miss animal flesh? No.

But, please: to each, her or his own.

I do NOT define myself as "Thomas, the vegetarian" or "Thomas, the fedora-wearing beer salesman". Simply put, vegetarianism is my dietary choice.

Now, beer: ahh! That IS a wonderful vegetarian foodstuff!

Are you now, or have you ever been, a vegan?