My Story on Becoming a Vegetarian.

I walk out of my house one morning on my way to school. Just like every other day, except there is a decapitated deer head laying 1 1/2 feet from where I'm standing. I scream and turn to the left. Inside my family van there is the headless body. My dad didn't have time to clean up since he got back from hunting. The Site of it scarred me, and I can still smell the rotting flesh.

Then slowly over the next week or two I began thinking about what I was eating. I would name my hamburger and play out it's life, weird and creepy I know, but I couldn't help it. It got to the point where I nearly barfed every time I had a meat product in my mouth.

I've now been a happy vegetarian for about five years. It is unbelievable feeling. My whole body feels lighter, not so weighed down. I sleep better, I get sick less, I feel better and my karma has been unbelievebly better.

I guess I became a vegetarian for religious beliefs and over thinking what I was eating(I'd get into more detail but this is a blog about recipes not my life and religion) But, I am not one of those vegetarians that state what animal your eating and how it probably died, I just don't eat it. My boyfriend is a meat lover. That's his choice, his karma. And I love him all the same :)