Becoming a vegetarian

Cooking is one of my greatest joys in life. You're weird. ;D

 

You know every food you love? Yeah, well, they're all gone. That was the toughest part for me.

I have nothing against vegetarians, but I hate that if you go to a restaurant and she wants to share a side-dish, there cannot be meat near it. I had a bad experience with nachos once; I've told the story before, so I won't do it now.

I suggest you learn to deal with cooking. I was with the vegetarian for seven months -- I was with her longer; she was a vegetarian for trendy purposes -- during college and breaks from school, so cooking really wasn't an issue with us. It only got to me when wing nights would come around and I'd hear the bitching because she couldn't go, so "it's not fair" that I get to go.

Cook together. You might enjoy it.

 

Grow a pair. Learn to cook.

 

The third person to say this. When did cooking switch from being woman's work to manly man's work?

 

Like the others said, grow a pair and learn to cook.

Then, it will only be a matter of time before you're posting on the "My favorite Broadway musical" thread.

 

When the rest of the universe abandoned "traditional" stereotypes. Actually, my wife and I usually cook together, so it's not anyone's "work" (and I wouldn't consider it work, anyway).

 

That's not how I intended the sentence. : Men have been cooking for years, even when it was "woman's work."

Part of being an independent adult is learning to cook for oneself. If you'd like to have some control over what you put in your mouth, you have to get over whatever repulses you about cooking and be ready to prepare your own meals. Hell, I don't cook that often, but when I'm by myself in the house, I cook most of my meals.

I remember a former roommate specifically taking me aside and making me cook until I got to a point where I could do it. He learned by watching another roommate who already knew how to cook.

It isn't about being manly or womanly. It's about being an adult.

 

Learn to cook, man.

It really isn't that hard.

 

That is one way of looking at it, I suppose. I think I'm a fairly well adjusted adult who doesn't like to cook. If that is a knock on my psychological development, I guess I will have to live with it. But I don't see the logic in doing something I can't stand if it isn't necessary for my survival. I mean, it's not as if I starve if I don't cook.

 

I don't think it's hard. I just don't like doing it.

 

I'd venture that you don't like doing it because you don't know how to do it well.

I don't know anyone who can cook reasonably well who doesn't like doing it, at least part of the time. There are times, yes, when it's a chore, like laundry or cleaning. But there are times when it's something nice you and your girlfriend can do together, or when you can have folks over and make them something excellent or times when you can make something to take in to the office and share that make being able to cook a real joy.

Also, as others have said, being able to feed yourself without resorting to fast food or boxed dinners is part of being a grownup. (Hi IJAG!) I'm far from the health enthusiast that, say, Ragu is, but trust me when I say that you don't want to leave what goes into your body up to the folks who mass manufacture food. They bleach and leach all the nutrients out and replace them with preservatives, chemicals and high fructose corn syrup.

I eat hot dogs and macaroni and cheese and all the rest at times, but I'll be the first to tell you that the more you can eat food that resembles actual food and that was grown or raised close to where you live, the better you'll feel and the better we'll all be in the long run.

How's that for a long-winded answer?