My husband’s eyes are as big as a starved puppy’s. Tonight his dinner will be pasta with marinara sauce and a big, mixed salad. Yesterday he was served salmon, vegetarian baked beans and a big, mixed salad. Tomorrow–chicken marsala is on the menu along with noodles, green peas and a big, mixed salad. He longs for a thick medium-rare porterhouse, a succulent rib roast with oven-browned potatoes on the side or my specialty in days long gone by– juicy leg of lamb with pineapple stuffing. Whenever guests were invited to dinner, leg of lamb was on the menu.
My taste for meat began to its slow journey to oblivion when I auditioned, got the job and worked as a singer at New York City’s Radio City Music hall. The holidays had begun and I joined a large ensemble of singers, dancers and Rockettes performing in the Music Hall’s annual Christmas Show. Dressed in 18th Century finery we sang a medley of carols, and then dashed to our dressing rooms to change into our costumes for the major highlight of the show-the procession to Bethlehem. Clad as common folk, we accompanied the three wise men from the east and walked across the Music Hall’s huge stage as we made our way to the manger to worship the Christ child.
Joining robe-clad singers and dancers were camels and sheep and I began to bring
carrots to feed the sheep between the shows. My favorite, Sally, a wooly charmer, began gaining weight and one day she missed a performance. Since the motto for both chorus members and animals is “The Show Must Go On,” I rushed to Sally’s dressing room as soon as the Nativity Scene ended and discovered Sally in her stall, now a proud mother of lambs. Before the end of the holiday season, the lambs had joined the procession.
There was no way I could serve a festive dinner whose main dish were members of the theatrical profession. I had trod the boards with soft, warm, cuddly and affectionate fellow performers. Lamb was now off my menu.
I began to take a closer look at cows. I no longer saw a prime cut, to me they were big eyed bovines with long lashes; introspective and calm creatures, wanting nothing much out of life but a chance to chew their cud in a green meadow under a sun-filled sky. Soon steaks and roasts, stuffed peppers and cabbage, chili and my famous (amongst friends and relatives) meat loaf went the way of legs of lamb and lamb chops.
Somehow I don’t feel the same way about chicken- a most versatile item on my bill of fare. And if someone has a chicken for a pet, please…I don’t want to know about how charming, funny or intelligent she may be. I admit to worrying about our oceans, over fishing and the poor fish that are being slowly poisoned with PCBs. But hey…I’ve been married a long time and marriage is a compromise.
Still, I love pasta-pasta marinara, pasta ai fungi, pasta with egg plant, pasta with clam sauce and then there are risottos-vegetable, mushroom, cheese or seafood. For a change I may serve cheese blintzes, cherry blintzes, apple blintzes and blueberry blintzes topped with non-fat sour cream. And what about all the things you can do with vegetables?
Speaking of vegetables, someone once asked me if I had ever heard a carrot cry; I don’t think that’s true, do you?
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