I Cheated.

I forgot that I have something to confess to y'all… I fell off the wagon. At the first real temptation, I cracked. I just couldn’t help myself. It had been such a long time. I just wanted a little taste… Please, let me explain!

For Stew’s grad party I made tons of delicious food. And even though I’m no longer eating meat, I’m a firm believer in never forcing your values onto someone else, so I was sure to have a variety of carnivorous appetizers. And the star of the show was a huge crock pot full of slow cooked parmesan marinara meatballs.

I didn’t even taste test them before guests started to arrive, but the smell alone was to die for. And about seven hours and probably as many beers later, any reasonable values I previously had about not eating meat were starting to go out the window. I felt like everyone around me was chowing down on my meatballs and relaying how delicious they were. So I had a nibble.

Oh god, it was like giving a recovered alcoholic a sip of whisky. I wanted the whole bottle. So I had about four or five meatballs. They were everything I dreamed they would be, and more. Oh don't worry, I was justly punished. The meatballs got their revenge.

Not eating red meat for four months has definitely taken a toll on my body, because a few hours later my stomach violently rejected those cursed meatballs. I won’t get into detail about how sick I was, but I can 100% guarantee that the beef and not the beer was the culprit.

Karma.