|Bracing against the wind|
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Conversely, when I go to Herndon, Virginia, my choices are so limited that I often find myself craving meat - despite the way I normally feel. I'm sure if I lived there, I'd at least eat fish.
Apparently I only crave it when I can't get a proper meal.
At first, I stopped eating meat for social reasons, not because of any dislike. Then, gradually, I stopped liking the smell of cooked meat. So it makes sense that similar social reasons would make me want to go back to eating it.
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