Not long ago, my husband and I were discussing food, thinking through weekend meals. I suggested a chickeny something for the Saturday night. My husband agreed that this was a safe bet for the whole family, before remembering that I rarely eat meat nowadays. He said, “You’ve become a vegetarian really, haven’t you?”.
Except for the fact that I eat fish and have a strong weakness for chorizo, I pointed out. But more importantly (to me) – as I made clear to my husband – is that,
“I don’t like to be labelled.”
He laughed heartily. It’s always a pleasure to make him chuckle so hard he clutches his sides, but I was being deadly serious.
Then I found out that there is a label for people like me. Apparently, I’m a flexitarian, and not original at all. Just one of a flock of 21% of all Britons who doesn’t even realise she’s part of Waitrose’s Trend #3.
Damn. I had so wanted to start 2019 differently.
At least I’ve not gone the whole hog by joining a record number undertaking Veganuary. Or been so reckless as to have embarked on the double whammy of a Dry Veganuary. By now, realising how mainstream I really am, I would probably have fallen off the wagon whilst reaching for this article on best vegan wines, or suggested a glorious Saturday night feast of steak and chips instead.
I might do both anyway.
A very Happy New Year to you (whatever label you wear).