Trying to become a vegetarian is harder than quitting smoking.
For many years, I toyed off and on with the notion of not eating any dead animals.
When I was 13 years old, I saw a cow butchered in my sister-in-law’s father’s meat processing plant in Chickasha, Oklahoma. It was horrifying. I vowed then and there never to eat beef anymore, but that very Sunday Tina (sister-in-law) was cooking a beef roast with carrots and potatoes. Oh, it smelled so good. Quickly forgetting my vegetarian vow, I sat down to dinner and pigged out.
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