I have invented a new label for myself: I am to become a Social Pescatarian.
Let me fill you in thus far:
I have been a vegetarian since my animal ethics course at university. Never much of a carnivore to begin with, it was an easy decision to give up meat altogether and at the time there was little opportunity and even less money to be considering buying organic or free-range meat which would appease my conscience. So I happily gave it up (read more about it here if you like).
So, after 21 years, minus 6 months in Germany (I defy ANYONE to be a successful veggie in a country that sells raw meat in a bun) and about a year after the birth of my third child (more info here if you must) I am being driven into eating fish, albeit socially.
So what heinous thing is driving me to this? What could possibly make me quash my hardened principles?
Bloody risotto, that’s what.
Let me give you an example of most menus in gastro-pubs up and down the country and most high street kiddie-friendly joints
Yep, there you have it. If you are vegetarian, most likely the only option you have is risotto (or salad – purleeease! I’m out for dinner!). Now, I like risotto, but not all the bloody time. I only have to think of carbs and my stomach begins to swell in some peculiar Dahl-like manner. I am the Violet Beauregard of white carbs. And the risotto trend is for spring vegetables (see above) or fancy mushrooms and with risotto, that’s it. No option for triple-cooked chips on the side or champ mash with a masterchef jus, oh no, a large bowl of rice is yours and that is it.
So fed up am I with this being the only option I have recently found myself ordering the fish instead. Fish comes with nice side dishes and fancy sauces (OK, except the menu above where it is still carbtastic) but just look at all the meat dishes! They sound SO much nicer. I had fish today, herb crusted with green vegetables. It felt healthy, it tasted of something, it didn’t leave me feeling like I had filled my stomach with ever-expanding balls of bleached wheat. And, while I’m at it, why is there never a veggie option on the Sunday roasts? Is it so hard to rustle up a bit of nut roast? Stick a bit of quorn in the oven? Not cook the roast potatoes in goose fat?
So, weighing this all up, I have decided to become a social pescatarian. If I go out and it’s risotto I will, without guilt or self-flagellation, allow myself to peruse the fish option and not think about Finding Nemo.
So there. *descends from orange box and leaves Hyde Park*