I played softball growing up. Sometimes we’d have late evening games, and would have to get dinner on the way home.  I remember sitting in Arby’s one night, after winning a game, and having a roast beef and cheddar sandwich. I was thirteen. I’d taken a bite and suddenly it dawned on me that I was eating an animal. It sounds embarrassing, but I really hadn’t put two and two together before this. I mean, it’s not like my mom made an announcement every evening before dinner. “Okay, guys! We’re having COW tonight!” It really never occurred to me where my dinner came from, and until that night, I’d happily chowed down on my steak and hamburger. I was too young to understand the politics of vegetarianism, but I stopped eating meat.

My family was really supportive of my decision to give up meat. No one ever tried to convince me otherwise, and I always had plenty of things to eat at every meal. Maybe it’s because we are Italian and grew up having enough food at the table for an army. No one ever went out of their way to make me a super special vegetarian dish; everyone’s side dishes would become my main course, and it’s still like that today. A typical dinner in my house would be chicken, noodles, salad, vegetables and bread. I was more than full with my pasta and salad, and I’ve always loved eating vegetables.

My uncle was a vegetarian for years, too. His oldest son was four when he realized that his papa didn’t have the same food on his plate as he did. He and his younger brother went on a meat-eating-strike until my uncle decided to start eating meat again.  This has always been in the back of my mind, and I’ve wondered how other families balance being a vegetarian when their kids aren’t. Would my own children recognize differences on our plates, too?

Once Chloe was old enough to have solids, it didn’t really occur to us that she shouldn’t eat meat. We let her have things like chicken and beef, and more recently she’s been on a pork kick. She has yet to notice that the food on my plate isn’t the same as hers. A lot of people have asked us why we don’t raise her as a vegetarian, and the simple answer is that it’s a personal choice and I don’t feel comfortable making that decision for my child. My husband is a meat eater, and we’ve decided that Chloe can make her own decisions regarding vegetarianism when she’s old enough to understand what she’s doing. We haven’t determined an appropriate age, yet, but my parents were cool with it at 13, so I imagine we would be too.

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Chloe’s first hamburger, May 2013

Meat is on our dinner menu a few times a week. Just like my family did growing up, we have an assortment of side dishes that double as my main course  It’s been working for us for years, and I’m hoping to share some of our meal plans and recipes with you!

Are you a vegetarian?  Does your husband and/or children eat meat?  Why?