My vegetarianism has always been based on the supposed philosophy that "if I killed it, I'd eat it." Until recently, however, I'd never actually lived that motto.
While fetching James for our move to Toronto, I had the chance to go clamming, and have a clam boil on the beach. Digging for clams was actually a lot of fun—probably my favourite part of the process.
We boiled the clams over an open fire, with an assortment of root vegetables, an onion and some crushed red pepper. It was my first non-vegetarian meal in 7 years, and though I felt no moral apprehensions about eating the clams, their disgusting bodies made me think twice...clams are really gross looking. I overcame their appearance and they were surprisingly good, though I don't foresee any clam cravings. I think I've probably had my fill for life.
James and I are officially moved to Toronto, so life should be settling down, and I will soon return to some of my normal activities—blogging, for example.