At Home With The Carnivores

As I write this the sweet taste of a ripe banana still lingers on my taste buds. I know that it is near impossible to get someone like my mum to give up meat but that's no reason to lose hope right? Every supper time the smell of needless death wafts up and down the relatively small house. A fresh carcass is served up at each meal and I can do nothing but watch as meat is torn from bone, and my brother compulsively licks his fingertips. He pushes all the other food items aside, most notably - anything green or remotely healthy. My family are almost a lost cause. Meat and dairy ever-entwined in my estranged culture. I know things could be worse, I could be in an over-bearing family and forced to eat such 'food stuffs' at every meal. My brother seems to not mind what food he eats as long as it looks like meat. After his trip to Brighton sea-side, he wolfed down my marinated tofu pieces as if there was no tomorrow, and today he even attacked the tofu weiners I had purposefully left in view in the kitchen. I could wean him off death-tinged meals, at least at home. I'm sure they're a lot of people who would turn vegan if they knew just how good the food tasted (well may be that's being a bit ott). I will put up with the smell of death and escape with my bruised conscience to university this summer (touch wood). I'm out.

Pascal x