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It\u2019s been over 30 days since I stopped eating meat. I got up one weekend, brought out the last frozen chicken and beef in my freezer\u2014then spiced, marinated and grilled them till they were dripping with juice. After eating in my kitchen and bedroom, and on the living room floor, I decided I was done. Strands of meat were stuck between my teeth, and my tongue could still taste the ting of pepper, but in that moment, almost as if my head announced a past deadline, I knew there would be no more.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not like I had any plan or strategy for abstinence. I was packing my bags, heading out of state for summer, so I had to clear my fridge, hence the indulgence. But the people who I was going to stay with are heavy meat-eaters. Not even the regular stuff, I\u2019m talking goat meat, gizzard, cow tail and tongue and all such wonderful details. So, it was necessary, with my newfound resolve, that I arrived at their house that night, dropped my bags and my dietary declaration: I am no longer eating meat.<\/p>\n
To be fair, the thought had danced around in my mind for a while after I had a health scare, but it was not enough. Then I watched a documentary that basically suggested meat was the devil. Haaa. I remember watching it and thinking: \u2018all die na die, something must still kill a man.<\/em>\u2019 So, even in the face of health risks, I did not budge. There can never be a justification for cooking Egusi without meat. Yet, a few weeks ago, I actually used carrot broth and tofu in a highly regrettable and never-to-be-revisited kitchen experiment. #Sigh. Anyhow, the point of this piece is not about giving up meat; all of us cannot be suffering, please. Abeg eat your meat and enjoy it o. So, what\u2019s my point? It is about how these last thirty days has opened me up to a much-needed self-conversation about my relationship with food.<\/p>\n I remember growing up and how the idea and presence of meat was flagged as a kind of reward. How the men in my life\u2014father and uncles had the largest chunks as a sign of honour. Meat was social status. How much you can have in a pot of soup demonstrated the financial stability of the breadwinner. A meal that did not have meat was a meal that did not have character, a meal that was flat, dead on arrival, an insult to the receiver. \u00a0And if there were no chunks of fish, then your family was at the very low rung of the ladder. We grew so used to eating meat, having the juice flavour our soups and rice that there was simply no need to eat lettuce, or carrots or mushrooms. Even when we ate our spinach or bitter leaf or ugwu, it is often in soup boiled so hot that the leaves lost their crunch and flavour.<\/p>\n I gave up meat because I wanted to have a more intentional relationship with food. I wanted to address some digestive issues, investigate fatigue and learn which added animal hormones my body was responding to. What I got in the process was, some frown lines on my face becoming less visible, lesser days of fatigue and bloating, a stronger capacity to resist sugar and a discovery of my culinary interests. There is a world of herbs and spices and flavours that I was missing out because once you slap meat into everything, it becomes okay.<\/p>\n Don\u2019t get me wrong. Meat is great. My giving it up is more of a phase than a lifelong commitment. (I think) So, it\u2019s not about meat. It\u2019s about our relationship with food. Because food is socialisation. We are conditioned to adapt to what we are fed. It\u2019s about maybe having a \u2018No Meat Monday\u2019 or a \u2018Sugar-free week\u2019 or even a \u2018Plant-based weekend.\u2019 It\u2019s about putting aside Maggi with its high sodium content and letting the natural herbs spike up the natural flavours of your meal. Sometimes, eating is about getting creative. Not every day, jollof rice and chicken. Or maybe the problem is that I am just suffering, and I want others to suffer with me. Lool!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It\u2019s been over 30 days since I stopped eating meat. I got up one weekend, brought out the last frozen chicken and beef in my freezer\u2014then spiced, marinated and grilled them till they were dripping with juice. 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