Every year my parents throw an end-of-the-year party for the music faculty, present and past students who studied with my father, their families, significant others, and accompanists. People fast for days because they love my mom’s Greek cooking so much.
Someone usually runs the grill for most of the day. When the beef and chicken shishkabobs are gone, they put on the lamb, when the lamb is gone, they put on the steak.
Back when I was in high school, I once got so grossed out by the amount of meat I was served during a trip to Europe that the first thing I wanted when stepping off the plane was a salad. The food wasn’t bad, it was just too much all the time. I was a vegetarian for 4 years after that.
Today, as I was prepping all the meat for the shishkabob the thought crossed my mind again. If it hadn’t been amazing quality or a well-ventilated room I might have considered switching; I was on the edge just enough.