I love it when....

people tell me how delicious their food/meat is. And trust me, when someone finds out your diet deviates from the SAD, all of a sudden *everything* is about food. I especially love the 'food police'. You know....the ones that feel the need to question what you eat and inspect your food. I don't know if they do it out of concern, as if we might slip up and accidently eat something non-vegan or if they are hoping we will so they can 'catch' us. A close second to the 'food police', is the 'food describer'. "Man, you should have seen the steak we had last night, it was so juicy and rare, it melted in our mouth". "Oh, you don't know what you are missing, you should try *fill in the blank*" I got news for them. I do know what I am missing. I have eaten meat and excretions from animals. I chose not to eat it now. I have made a choice. What have you done? Followed along, lemming-like, with your upbringing, the social norm, until you go cascading off a heart attack/stroke cliff? Don't tell me I don't know what I am missing and I just need to try whatever. I know what I am missing and frankly, I am not missing it all that much. Do *you* know what *you* are missing?