Let me just say for the record that, on the whole, I'm a very contented vegetarian.
I don't feel socially outcast at a barbecue, I don't feel culinarily deprived around Christmas, I don't even have kebab cravings at 2am on a Saturday morning.
But when my dad was served a giant plate of bigos (which contains no less than 4 different meat products) by the matriarch of my Polish family, I felt a twinge of that ethical dilemma that many vegetarians often face.
Fortunately she had also made a giant serving of lazanki (cabbagey/mushroomy/pasta goodness) and so the anxiety quickly faded.
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