I’m a vegetarian and I don’t eat any kind of meat, fish or fowl. I try to avoid eating or wearing or using products in which animals are hurt or killed. I do eat eggs and dairy, but I try to be mindful of the way those things were produced. It’s definitely not a black and white issue, but I try to do the best I can with the least amount of cruelty involved. It’s not a perfect system.
It can be hard to eat in a restaurant where you’ve never been before, because often the wait-staff has no idea what is in the food. I’ve also experienced a lot of ethnic restaurants, in which the wait-staff didn’t speak very much English and they would just say “Yes” automatically to the question of whether something was vegetarian. Not because they were cruel, it’s just that they didn’t understand, or they were trying to be agreeable. I’ve found out later, at some of those places that everything was cooked with fish sauce or meat based broth. It’s hard. I usually ask a lot of questions and try to do some research online beforehand. I’ve also learned to say a few phrases in other languages that can help avoid this situation.
It can be a challenge to dine out with people who can’t or won’t eat vegetarian food and insist on going to someplace that isn’t very vegetarian friendly, like a steak house, but I’ve found that the wait-staff of most restaurants are able to accomodate me pretty easily. I’m not a picky eater, so I’m happy to eat a plain baked potato and and iceberg lettuce salad if I find myself in that situation. One of the best meals I ever ate was at this steak house in the Los Angeles area called the Northwoods Inn. The building looks like a great big ski lodge complete with fake snow on the roof. They have NO vegetarian items listed on the menu. But I asked the waiter what he could fix for me and he brought out the best wedge salad I’ve ever eaten (minus the bacon) a sweet and sour red cabbage salad, Texas toast, a baked potato and steamed vegetables. I was in heaven!
Whenever I go to a family party, I always ask what I can bring and then I make stuff. I try to make things that are not considered “weird” so that everyone can enjoy the food. Most of my relatives know that I’m a vegetarian and happily make at least one thing that I can eat. Although some of the relatives conveniently forget, and then we have to get into the whole discussion all over again. It can be very embarrasing. It would be like shouting out to a religious person, “Oh my God, You’re a Jew! I hope I didn’t do anything to offend you. Do you want me to go out and get you something Kosher?”
I don’t expect anyone (family, friends or anyone else) to become a vegetarian. It is something that I have decided is right for me. I don’t bring it up or push it. The only time I bring it up is if I am asked, or if there might be a possibilty of some awkward moment—like being invited to a barbecue by a co-worker or the friend of a friend. Then I just ask what I can bring and make something to share with everyone.
Most of my extended family have been pretty good about it, they don’t hound me or try to change my mind, and since all of them love to eat, I’ve gotten a pretty good reception to the dishes I’ve brought to parties and sometimes folks are happy to eat something a little more healthy that tastes terrific. I’ve shared many recipes.