A few years ago, Rin hit me with something from which I’ve never fully recovered.
“I think I’m going to be a vegetarian,” she said.
I thought it was a phase. My wife who loved cheeseburgers, valued the perfect steak, ate bacon with abandon, demanded ham at Thanksgiving, and indulged in my pork steaks, decided to shun one of the four basic food groups — and cast aside a small, but terribly important, component of our relationship. We were carnivores! Read more
