So I'm on day whatever of being a vegetarian. Or, rather, I should say I'm on day whatever of not eating meat. I don't really consider myself a vegetarian because I'm guessing this phase will pass eventually....as soon as the memory of the uncanny resemblance between chicken and rat fades away.
But do you know what I miss? Bacon. I miss bacon. It doesn't appeal to me--like I can't imagine eating it--but I miss it all the same. I miss the crunchy greasy fattiness of it. Somehow tofu doesn't have the same appeal.