going meatless

Last night for Meatless Mondays we had this Chickpea Tomato soup that Katie made last week, along with a caesar salad and some focaccia bread. When I made the soup, I accidentally used one can of diced tomatoes with green chiles, and something about pureeing those green chiles made the soup really spicy. So, I didn't eat too much of it, because I didn't want the spice to give Owen a tummy ache. Jack liked it fine, though. I liked the chickpeas in it, and so did Rosie.

But what I want to say is that we've been going meatless at dinner once or twice a week for over five months now, and I've really noticed a change in the way I like to eat.

I do not enjoy eating large pieces of meat anymore!

I still like meat. I like a slice or two of bacon with my eggs. I like shredded chicken in my soup. I love turkey and gravy over biscuits. But last week I made some chicken wrapped in prosciutto with a sour cream sauce, and I could not finish even one chicken breast. Three fourths of the way through, I felt kind of sick. I used to be able to eat two slices of pork loin; now, one is almost too much meat. This week when I planned the meals, I planned three meatless nights and one fish night. I have almost entirely abandoned meals that have a hunk of meat as the main dish.

I hope this isn't the first step towards becoming a crazy vegetarian. Like my mother.