Fish discrimination
As I become more educated (or is it just aware) about the intelligence level of the animals that I eat (even the humanely raised ones) and start to see them on the same level as my dog and cats, I find myself salivating less and less often over those juicy steaks and pot roasts.
At times it is unfortunate because I really do enjoy eating meat, at times its inconvenient, especially for my husband who does all the cooking, but it’s never anything I intend to do as a statement, it just doesn’t taste as good when I’ve mentally equated my beagle with the burger I’m about to eat. I have lots more to think about and to share about this whole phenomenon, but I will save it for my “Some We Love, Some We Hate, Some We Eat” book discussion, as many of the thoughts are being driven by this latest addition to my library.