Pepperoni

I'm rather weird about my meat eating habits. A lot of the time I just avoid it altogether. I'm not a vegetarian by a long shot because sometimes I just want to murder a BigMac and whatnot. But seriously, I cannot think too hard about what I'm eating.

I think a lot of my aversion to various types of meat started as a child. I used to go fishing. So when I think of fish I associate it with yucky worms, dead fish hooked on lines, powerbait and that fishy lake smell. Maybe a little bit of Little Mermaid influence in there somewhere too.

I don't eat fish.

(With the exception of some sushi but mostly just the kinds with crab in it.)

I also used to help my grandpa, mom, aunt and cousins show sheep at county and 4-H fairs when I was younger. So when I think of sheep I remember that my first sheep that was my very own was named Sugar. I also think of smelly barns, poopy boots and the nasty way my hands felt after washing about 15 sheep in an afternoon.

I don't eat lamb.

I think maybe a combination of Bambi, dead deer pictures that hunters (i.e. my family) take of themselves with their kill and this beauty on the living room wall led to a general avoidance of deer meat.

Yep, you guessed it . . .

I don't eat deer.

And the only reason I can come up with for my distaste for pork is Babe. I mean seriously, I watch this cute little movie about a talking pig who wants to be a sheep dog. A TALKING pig mind you. A cute little pig given many human characteristics. Then someone fries up some bacon and expects me to eat it. I don't think so!

I don't eat pork.

Lucky I didn't have any emotional connections with cows and chickens or meat may have been entirely ruined for me.

Oh, the reason I bring this all up . . .

I was talking to Gage on the phone the other night. He was eating pizza. When I asked him what kind he said pepperoni. I then told him I don't really like pepperoni. To which he responded, "You try it next time you come home and I bet you'll like it."

All I can think of is Babe.

That'll do pig.